"Why?" Lucy asked."Donna's tits sell records and just now she doesn't have any," I explained, "You on the other hand," she hit me, just a slap, but it... set me thinking, "We could say we swapped and you are Donna." No way am I parading naked around an Arab slave market!" she insisted. Great minds clearly do think alike."I'm not asking you to," I suggested, "Just wear the mask!" She saw the point and shrugged and pulled it on,Eventually we arrived, obviously the Papparazi were there before us. "I felt her hands on the back of my head gently forcing me further.I gagged and pulled back and she said firmly, "Keep sucking faggot." My cock was harder than ever and it surprised me how much her words and actions turned me on even more. I continued sucking deep with her guiding my head firmly and her words spurring me on to suck as deep as possible. Our friend began groaning louder and I could tell he liked the feeling of the back of mouth pressing on his cock. The motion continued with me. He picked up the phone and looked at the list of numbers that was always sitting on the end table for Doris’s number. Finding it he dialed. It only took her a couple of rings to answer. “Hello,” came her voice. For a moment Johnny wondered if he had dialed the wrong number. On the phone her voice sounded a little more even, with less piss and vinegar than it had at work. “Doris?” “Yes.” It wasn’t just even. It was something else. Something that Johnny couldn’t quite place about her. Gently he spread her legs and positioned himself between them, his mouth poised at her opening. He wanted desperately to see the amazing treasure he was about to consume yet knew that the cold air would surely wake his sleeping lover.Lover? Did one night of unbridled sex make his minor daughter his lover now? When he remembered her responsiveness to his touch, her eagerness to please his hungry body, the way no other woman ever had…yes she was his lover now. No other man would be touching or.