I slipped from below her and got up on my knees behind her. Her perfect firm ass was right in front of me sticking straight up in the air. Her slick...wet pussy was inches away. She asked me what I was doing and I told her I would enter her from behind which would give her a very deep penetration. I told her to tell me if it felt too big or hurt at all. She told me her clit was too sensitive and to wait a minute, but I told her I would enter, but not move until she told me to.I placed my. I awoke several times, panting as I resisted the urge to play with my pussy, knowing that it wouldn’t take much to make myself come. Only Mrs. Vandermeer’s rules kept me from doing just that. In the morning, I sent a short reply:Dear Mrs. V,Please tell me I will be seeing you soon? I can’t take this much longer.Shannon.She didn’t reply for three days. When she did I almost wept with relief.o-O-oI could hear the faint chime of the bell through the front door as I pressed the button, my trembling. Deep throating my son is no easy task, but something I love doing anyway. My pussy always quivers whenever I deep throat him as it knows soon it will be split open by his cock. Today was no exception as my pussy gushed onto my sons tongue flooding his mouth with my sweet fragrant juices. My orgasm quickly followed, at that my son came and lay beside me and I snuggled into his chest. I turned my body and I threw one leg over him. We kissed and talked, I couldn’t ignore that erect throbbing cock. As I did, she climbed on top of me, her knees by my side, reaching between her legs to guide my cock inside her still very wet pussy. Catherine sat on my cock, one full stroke, all the way down. “Oh my god!” I thought. Her pussy was like a volcano, so warm, so wet. Instead of riding up and down, she just starting grinding her clit against my pubic bone. I reached up and grabbed one breast in each hand. Cupping them from the bottom, like a cup of coffee, I squeezed, hard. That’s when Catherine.