I think I may have put it on tooheavy, but I didn't know how to fix it. Sara came back in to check on me.She was not yet dressed, but had bra, panties...and pantyhose on. Just likeme. She laughed and asked me if I was going for the prostitute look andif so, I had nailed it. I asked her if we could do it again. She laughedagain and so that there wasn't enough time. She then told me that theprostitute look was a good look for me and maybe I'd get lucky and getpropositioned by men during my work day. He wasn’t averse to breast milk either. When it dripped on him, he simply solved the problem by sucking both nipples until it didn’t drip any more. He didn’t tell her how proud he was that she had half a dozen orgasms while he did that, or how lucky he felt to be here with her. She would find that out, months later, when they were in bed again, and could talk about anything together. But he showed her how much passion she had unleashed in him.He showed her four times during the night.He also. Within that time frame, Tracy had another orgasm and Lamont enjoyed how wet her pussy stayed and watched her sweat. Eventually her arms collapsed and her head fell into the couch. Lamont held her hips with one arm and pressed his hand into the back of her neck, pinning her down. Even though her face was crammed into the pillows of the couch, her moaning was loud and high-pitched. After five minutes of pinning Tracy down, Lamont pulled his entire dick out. He turned her body and pushed her head. My ears kept straining to hear mom's next explosion but it never came. Eventually I heard the door to my parents' bedroom being closed and then an occasional sob from mom. My mind kept replaying the day's events as I tried to get a grip on getting my first two blowjobs ever, then following that with my first ever attempt at pussy eating. Successfully I might add! The icing on the cake was Becky begging me to fuck her allowing us to give up our virginity to each other! God I smiled so hugely.