10:30am. Over half the morning had gone. I picked up the phone.“Yes,”“Mum. It’s Paul. Are you all right?”He sounded very worried.“Yes. I�...�m fine,” I assured him. “I’m just getting up. Sorry about last night. Don’t know what got into me.”There was instant relief from Paul’s voice.“Mum?”“Yes.”“We need to talk.”“OK. What about?”“Those three ladies. They’ve been back to us. First thing. They came in person.”“I told you-”Paul cut me off.“No Mum,” he said. “You told us you would not interfere unless. “Did baby girl miss my cock filling her up?”“Yes Sir yes I did. Please Sir?”“Please what baby girl? Fuck you , let you cum, what?”“Yes Sir, please fuck me and make me cum, use me as you wish.”“Oh I am going to fuck you baby girl, hard, and use what belongs to me, but you can not cum without permission. Do you understand?”“Yes Sir, I understand.” He wraps his hands around my waist, his cock sliding over my clit and pussy, so slowly, he knows how much I love that and how it drives me crazy. The. I put my hands on is sides and felt up muscular body. I went the rest of the way up and took off his shirt. Then I ran my hands down his body as I got on my knees and I took off his pants and briefs. I led him to my bed and sat him down and pushed him back on his back. Dropped my robe and watched his cock come to life. I got down and started sucking his cock (I can suck a lot deeper when I have had a few drinks), after a few minutes he sat up and picked me up and laid me on the bed where my. Randy sat down beside her. He reachedinto his back pocket and carefully pulled something out, holding it upfor her to see. It was a joint of marijuana . . . Davie's eyeswidened. "Where did you get that?" she asked naively. "Santa left it in my stocking. He came by a few days early," he joked. Davie grinned sheepishly. "You nut!" she told him. He lit up then, drawing the smoke into his lungs in quick inhalations. He closed his lips and wrinkled his brow as he held the pungent smoke inside for.