I want to show you my lingerie. I want to put on my gloves and high heels. I think you’ll like that, yes? I see by your boner that you want me to ke...ep milking your cock upstairs in my lingerie. Yes?”Upstairs he was twitter-pated by my sucking red lips and my cock rubbing black satin gloves. All through that night, and many times more over the years to come, we went full bi-sexual, cross dressing suck fest. He sat on my bra and used my face like a pussy that night. He let me kneel between his. I have been jacking in buses from my school days and so I know all the jack-tricks!! Placing my hand on the seat exposed my breasts. I wanted to know whether he would go for it – then I would make my move.I was horny as hell the whole day. The night before I watched a blue film and it aroused me so much that I masturbated in bed before I fell asleep. But when I got up I still felt sexually aroused and wanted some meat very badly! But being a Sunday I had many chores to do and I had this. "Can I join you?" Of course, Steve," said Moesha. "We were just talking about you." Should I be worried?" he asked. "Are you plotting against me, again?" Not plotting, exactly. Planning, perhaps," Mary said, taking up the thread of the conversation. "We were asking Moesha and Abema about themselves, their interests, how they felt about having sex with you; nothing of any importance."Steve rolled his eyes. This was another conversation he wasn't going to enjoy. Eventually, he supposed he'd get. I finger-fucked my son faster and faster, penetrating his tight asshole. ‘Come!’ I urged. ‘Shoot it on me! Fill my fucking asshole with your sweet come juice, baby! Come in Mummy’s ass!’ Peter groaned, feeling cock throbbed, and then he gave a wail of intense ecstasy. ‘Ohhhh, squirt it, baby!’ I screamed when I felt the rapid spurts of my son’s come juice splashing into my asshole, searing the walls. ‘Come in my ass! Fill my hot asshole!’ The spewing of his cock sent a wild, rippling spasm.