“It will, some day,” said Bobby.That made Constance try to imagine Kyle, all grown up. He looked like Bobby in her mind’s eye. She wondered if, ...hen he was twenty-three, and she was ... forty! ... if she would do with him, what Bobby’s sisters did. She felt heat in her belly, and looked at Bobby, who was intent on getting the new diaper in place.She thought about last night. She was fine, now, of course, but she still remembered the tumultuous emotions that had threatened her sanity last night.. Two hands as if her hands were in handcuffs and I lean it more and deeper for kisses. We're making out now and I find my way under her shirt to find her small little A cup breasts. Ahh the feeling of teen breasts again.. I couldn't be more happier. I take off the shirt and suck on her small little penny size nipples. Nice and hard all over my tongue. Leaving my saliva all over her nipples and bringing them to her lips knowing her I like it wet. I ask her if she wants to learn? She just nods. Her heavenly body was coated in sweat, sperm and probably cunt juices as well. I hid and waited for the last man to leave. I followed her, making sure she didn't notice. I dropped my clothes along the way. My cock was hard and eager. But I wanted a bit more time.She headed for the shower. After a few seconds she got in the stall, leaving the door open so I could see how she washed her hair. Her arms up, pulling her tits up and making them stand out even more. After a while she started to soap. “Now Sweet,” I told her, “If you like this cock like you claim, I want you to get it hard, then I want you to ride me, starting reverse cowgirl, ok?”Being her ever submissive self, Clara said “Oh Yes Sir!” and sliding down a bit as I relaxed, she enthusiastically bent to her task, giving my dick some solid hand-job attention, adding in some first-class tongue action on its mushroom head, complete with wonderful slurpy-noises.Different positions are like different moods and different women. .