And now they were almost full-grown men. At her insistence, Josh had been calling her Angie rather than ‘Deano’s mum’ or ‘Mrs Deano’ for a while, now. Dean was maturing slower than Josh. He was quieter, less physical, and just less manly generally. Josh had clearly started to shave fairly regularly if not yet daily, but that still seemed some time off for Dean. Josh was clearly more muscular and athletic, too. He had a good body on him, she mused as she applied the indian lotion. Nice bum, too! Her husband Don had been quite athletic in his day, and she liked men like that, but that had been a long time ago. His body was soft and overweight these xxx days, not firm and lean like Josh’s. His energy and enthusiasm for life had slowly and quietly ebbed away too, until he only seemed interested in fishing now, which required relatively little effort. Sex was very hit-and-miss, and over fairly quickly, which was often a blessing as it had become so routine and whore boring now. She had tried various things to spice it up, but with little success. He just didn’t seem interested anymore, which is probably why this handsome, fit young man with an erection seemed so appealing to her all of a sudden. She had known for quite some time that Josh fancied her. Discretion was never a strong point for teenage boys, or most men for that matter. She had seen him looking at her many times but had never embarrassed him by letting him know she had caught him doing it. Several years earlier she had become aware that, like all teenage boys, Dean had started masturbating. She realised that Josh must do it too and wondered if she had ever been the object of his desires in those solitary moments. The thought gave her a thrill. It was flattering to know that even at thirty-six she might still be attractive to young men in their hiddencam sexual prime. What a shame that they didn’t have the experience to use their sexual energy to its full advantage. She smiled to herself girls as she pictured the growing erection she had seen in Josh’s shorts just before he had quickly turned away, clearly embarrassed by his overt reaction to touching call her body. She had enjoyed him touching her too, which is why she had asked him in the first place. It was her little ‘guilty pleasure’ for today. She wondered how he’d react if she reached around and began rubbing lotion into his stomach and then let one hand slowly move down to caress him through his shorts. Would he jump up and run away, never to call round again? It was certainly possible, and that would be a shame. Would he do nothing and just let her touch him, simply because he wouldn’t know what else to do? That was perhaps more likely. Could she then slip her hand down inside his shorts and touch him properly, slowly and gently bringing him to full arousal? Would he cum in his shorts on first contact? As far as she knew, Josh and Dean were both virgins. Would that make her the predatory cougar, using his strong young body for her own needs, or would she be the educator, gently teaching him and sharing mutual pleasure…? Her erotic imaginings were interrupted by the phone ringing in the house. “Damn! Sorry,” she apologised for her language immediately. She got up, smiling as she noticed that Josh carefully kept his back to her and laid face down on his lounger. “Because I love you,” Ginny said and kissed her blushing futa-girlfriend on the lips. she’s in the shower. “Alright. I mashed my tongue onto her clit. And just as quickly xxx as she had gotten call onto the train fifteen minutes ago, she was rushing to get off at the next stop in a rush to a dinner meeting. “You might want to pull the stockings off you,” Jonathan said as he leaned back indian towards the wall. It was padded too. I should be focusing on what she said, but she had such a girls great rump. That was a loaded question. Her glossy mane of black hair tossed from side to side like waves. I shifted sideways in the seat, trying to fold them up slightly differently so as to encourage the blood to start circulating again. I leant back, my legs whore either side of Theresa, my cock hard, erect, throbbing in anticipation as I watched Denise remover her hiddencam skirt and her knickers leaving her in black satin stay ups and her black knee length boots. You will stay after lunch to help the kitchen staff clean up. When he was finished she would have permanent slave chains from her nipples to her cunt. Can you put Fern on please?” “Great to meet you and thank you so much for this opportunity,” she said. This same transformation was the reason that I then started a different chant in the sacred tongue. Week commencing May 10 She wheezed as she tried, almost in vain, to pull precious oxygen into her lungs. I worked through the options, making sure I had everything I wanted, then I switched over to Josefa Oleastro, a Latina woman.