”“Hey nice house.”“Thanks,” she said.I hurried around to open her door; I wanted to see if the flash of black lace panties was an accident.I... wasn’t; I got a really nice encore performance as she stretched her right leg to touch the ground. While she held the handle above the door with her left hand, I reached out to take her right hand and she held on tight as she stepped the long step top the ground. She looked up at me and smiled when I looked up from staring at her little tight black camel. I had to explain to her that, just like a bitch in heat, once his knot swells up, you don’t go anywhere until it goes back down. That day it had taken me about an hour to get myself together, stop shaking like hell all over, relax a little – while his cum was running out of me – then, make my way to the house to see what she wanted. The actual breeding, from penetration to his pull-out, had taken almost an hour and a half! I was useless for the rest of the day.She did know that I pleasured. Mrs. Anderson has graciously consented to give you your first lesson. Now pay close attention because it's a one time deal."Mrs. Anderson took my hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom. Dad came with us and sat in a corner chair. Of course I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I soon found out. Bev, Mrs. Anderson's first name, pulled me close and gave me my first lesson in French kissing. As our tongues dueled I felt her hand snake between our bodies and begin rubbing the swollen. We rise from the bed and he goes to turn on the shower, already stepping out of his boxers, while I strip off my babydoll nighty and panties. I run my fingers through my wavy blonde hair and stretch some of the muscles that were made sore by last night’s romping. He walks up to me and tilts my chin up to meet his lips, trailing kisses from there, down my chin and up to my ear, nibbling lightly on my earlobe. Thank God for his other arm holding me tightly against him, otherwise I’d melt to the.