I put on a pair of trousers, a zip up jacket and shoes. Packing shirt, underpants socks etc in a plastic bag. Off I went, alsong the motorway and the ...country lanes to the TV's home. There was a Transit van parked outside and I had been told to back in up the driveway as far back as I could. I rang the bell and was asked in. I noticed the van back up the driveway and stop. The driver slid open the side door. I was asked to take off the bits of clothes I had on and stand there. A full leather. I can feel my heart skip a beat as she leans in and takes his cock in her mouth. Her tiny little mouth can barely fit it in. “Oh fuck!” he exclaims as she begins bobbing her head up and down on his cock, coming up for a breath, only to quickly take it right back into her mouth, this time pushing down and taking in as much as she can. He takes a handful of her hair and holds her head down until she begins to gag, letting go as she comes back up for air, gasping.“Mmmm,” she says, jerking it back. We managed it a few times but it was always hard to be completely alone and we often stole moments together as we pretending to do our homework.On one particular Saturday morning, Mum was about to go shopping with her friend Jo. I was about to leave the house to go to Amy’s, the arrangement had been made ages ago and I was kicking myself that the house would be empty as Dad always played golf on Saturday.I found myself walking to Amy’s house. I was over half way there and saw Jo whiz past in. Sure when I was a teenager I’d experimented, hasn’t everyone. Marta was gone, gone to be fucked next to me. The cock was still being rammed in and out of me. It felt so good, so hard, so big. I didn’t want it to stop. I felt as if I was on fire, the pleasure sensations built inside me. Then the cock was ripped from me. It hurt. I was pulled up, as the guy sat on the sofa, then I was pulled back down, down onto his waiting cock. I sank onto it, taking it all. Now it was my turn to fuck him. Up.