He was forty-five years old and married, but he was different than the others. He was strong and assertive, but never abusive. He was nurturing and l...oving and always called me his baby gurl. He had an amazing tanned body and a thick uncut cock. More about Max later.I knew I couldn't continue to steal my mother's underwear, so I went over to my best friend Greg's house. I was on a mission. Greg's mother Beverly was beautiful, very sexy, and was about my size. She always dressed elegantly, and I. She clawed at my back, digging her nails in deeper, pulling me in and squeezing her muscles and milking me. Then she pushed me away, rolling me onto my back and laying on top of me, she looked into my eyes and smiled. Kissing my neck, she worked her mouth down my body, running her tongue down my chest to the pit of my stomach. She didn’t stop; her lips found my penis and kissed him before taking him in her mouth. He stirred again, growing with the tender kisses and licks of her tongue. Her. It was as if his brain stopped working, the only thing he wanted was to fuck this lovely damsel in front of her. His shivering fingers felt the hook.Placing two fingers under the blouse, he tried to undo the hook with his thumb. His heart skipped a beat as he could feel the hook sliding off the clasp. At last! The deed was done and there she lay, the sweet sleeping angel with her ample bosom exposed.Under the flashing lights of the lamp posts, his eyes feasted on her fair breasts. There were. "I honestly don't know," I replied. "But at least we can stretch our legs and you two can do whatever it is you need to do." What, here?" wailed Suzie, aghast at the thought of having to take a leak behind a bush. "There are no toilets here and I need to go, um, number two's." Shit!" I exclaimed. Okay, so that was a little more difficult."Yes, daddy, but mummy told us not to call it that. I need to shit."Talk about out of the mouths of babes and suckling's. I stifled a laugh and Charlie gave me.