..and my cock goes inside you...but I will not move yet, youneed a moment before we can continue, so I'm lying very still...we are just kissing,I look...into your eyes, and sees how good you feel for me, and enjoy the feelingof being so close to you.Slowly...very slowly...I start to move my cock inside you, I can feel how you are onthe border of feeling very good, and being to sensitive, but I keep my movementson the right side of this edge!Gradually it feels like you are ok with a little quicker. She noticed it and was teasing me about how a younger girl was carrying an older (college!) boy and getting him turned on. She tickled me a bit, pinched my butt, and started feeling up my crack. At this point, I was rock hard, but couldn't do anything about it. I don’t have much experience with girls. I think because I’ve always been smaller than girls my age, I’ve never had a girlfriend. Of course, I’ve never had sex, either! So, this experience of getting turned on by Sandy…a younger. So instead of doing what she originally planned she quietly said “Let me help you with that dear.” He jumped. He was shocked that his mother walked in on him and he swallowed hard and quickly reached for his pants, which were down on the ground. When he swung down to get them he saw her, on his bed, smiling. “Oh uh mom uh what are you uhhh doing here?” he said. She smiled again and said “Ohhhhhhh honey, all boys do what your doing. Women do that too. Even I still do that.” She smiled as she. All tarted up, smoking like a total fetish queen. I thought about my neighbour being left high and dry (well, probably high and VERY damp!), but I needed the money shot! I sat reclined on my sofa, wanking slowly, and smoking extra erotically, admiring the shiny rubber and PVC clad vision in the 4 mirrors I always placed strategically, to watch myself in. The bright backlighting always highlighting my voluminous white exhales. My red lips and fingernails contrasting against the black, creaking.