It felt incredible. Pleasure surged down my shaft. My balls smacked into her flesh. My hands tight on her hips, my back arching as the bliss flowed th...rough me.Mrs. Stead stared at me, then she turned around and, without even being told, the slut-mother engulfed Paul's softening cock, sucking off her own pussy juices.Paul groaned, his hand pushing his glasses up his bold nose. Pleasure crossed his face as he stared down at his mommy-slut in awe. Her cheeks hollowed as she cleaned him. My own. Now Siobahn wanted to overcome that hurdle with me.I asked her if she was sincerely interested before going further. She answered affirmatively in her text and proposed that we get together soon to set some ground rules. We know each other's tastes fairly well, so I had a decent idea of what she had in mind.The next Tuesday couldn't come soon enough. We met at her home in the early afternoon and over some wine, we began a rather candid conversation. "What do you like to watch? What gets you. Or so they thought. That morning, there was a substitute driver on the bus run, and in order to make the run on time, they'd left a few minutes early. Unknown to Tiffany and Henry, the lights of the bus disappeared around the corner just before they got to where they waited for the bus every morning.It was cold and lonely waiting out there. Every few minutes, Tiffany or Henry would climb up on top of a snowdrift, to look and see if the bus was coming. The bus had never been this late. Erika couldn't be the target of my most primal urges yet, my inherent sadism or I would destroy that little girl and regret immensely losing such an awesome toy. Seeing her trembling, the pink nub of her nipple hardening between my fingers and her freckled cheeks turning red, the little I could see of her face showing her agonizing expectation... She had potential to keep me entertained just from watching her experience simpler things and some hidden part of me, deep inside, wanted to let her.