Jodie came in. I gave her a good few thrusts and pretty soon I was punping spunk and she was squealing like she was on a fairground ride or some such. “John tell her,” Mary shouted. Mary was a good mother, good cook, OK in bed but no looker while Jodie was a 10. “What was all that about?” I asked. Truth be told it was Jodie who caught my eye long before Mary and now Jodie was 19 and out on the pull. “Then don’t let him sweetie,” Mary suggested. I opened her shirt and popped her tits out of her bra then took her cheeks in my hands and kissed her lips before raping her mouth with my tongue. “John stop it, “ Mary pleaded, “If you don’t stop we’re leaving”
“You can go,” I replied, “Jodie can stay.” I said as I opened my fly and released my cock.
