I fantasize being ****d – by a woman. I have heard of it, but don’t know how the victims got it up and kept it up. Any-way, my r****t is a young l...dy who works in the guidance office; she’s my age, quiet, sweet looking, and she has one maddening quirk – we’re the same height shoeless, but she wears platforms. (I spent some time as a cadet in a paramili-tary search-and-rescue unit as a teenager, so I habitually wear black low-quarter shoes). I hate platforms) We’ve never really done anything. "You liked hearing that didn't you; just like you enjoy having your mom stroke your nice, hard cock."Then she pushed me off of her tits and told me to sit back on the bed again. She never lost her grip on my cock. As I laid back she gave me a wild sex filled look. "Now it's time to make you cum." 'Wow' I thought to myself. 'I'm seeing another, more sexual side of my mom. This is fucking great.' My mom surprised me in what she did next. She didn't sit back down next to me; instead she laid down. “Mister Davies?” I stood and held out my hand, which she shook – her grip warm and firm. “I’m Shirley Easton,” she said, “Social worker. Miss Iohannou is presenting us with a problem. Her mother is insisting there’s no problem, and, er, Demetra is insisting there is and is refusing to go back with her mother. In the circumstances, we’d offer foster care, but she’s sixteen and legally she’s between two stools. She can live independently if she wishes, but there is no automatic financial. He told it would late night so he may stay up there and he has informed his parents that i am going to stay with pavitra. so i also agreed. after some time we took our dinner. and she went for sleep. still i was amazed why she pulled up the pillow. with such a surprise i was wathcing television. meanwhile she came out of the bed room with open hair and she asked me to buy oil for her. she said that she used to oil her hair daily before bed. so she was searching for oil but no oil in home. so i.