Wondering what it might be I made my way up the granny carpeted stairway and the sound seemed to be getting louder.One day Ray got a call from Cindy asking if he could meet Uncle Ray for lunch.As he did, he drove his prick farther back into her throat.One mystery solved.30 minutes later she entered the den, she was stunning, red lace French cut panties with matching bra, garter belt stockings and 6 red heels.I had caught furtive glimpses of some of the other boys mature in the gym changing room and in the showers, most of them better developed than me, but I was painfully self-conscious and shy at that age, so these exposures of Deryk’s most private parts were not understood.At least here was Matty, ready to be her friend.Do what you must, Leesha says testily.I turn in bemusement to Ja-Alixxe, who now looks victorious.Their titties bounced slightly as they followed his lead.Still there was some hesitation left in Maria.She didn’t even have access to a land line.His huge, vein-throbbing cock popped free. Stepping from her knickers she rises slowly. She tries to cover her granny modesty with her hands but seeing the look on my face she takes her hand away and slowly stands upright before me. I look her in the eyes as she struggles to keep eye contact, then slowly I look over her, taking in her breasts, her stomach, her waist and the width of her hips before lowering my eyes to her pussy. Remaining silent, I look and stare at every inch of her. I step forward, stand immoveable in front of her, reach for her breast, lift it gently and kneed it softly as if I’m a baker measuring dough. Then I glide my palm across her nipple, feeling it harden and lengthen at my touch. I walk around her examining every inch of her, her bottom nicely round and full, my cock twitches, stirs and then for some minutes I stand behind her, devouring every single inch of her body. I give nothing away, not a single intimation of my like or dislike, not a word is spoken as I walk around her. She stands still, breathing heavily and I see that she is increasingly finding it difficult to remain still. Looking over her shoulder I see movement and the mature faint sound of talking catches my attention through the glass. Seeing I am distracted she turns to look over her shoulder. She can clearly see as clearly as I can two shadows pass fleetingly not ten metres away from us on the other side of the glass.