I bought one.For a while now I had been considering that our home was a bit small. Not to complain, really, but it was an older home, built after Worl... War Two, a simple stick-frame two story of about a thousand square feet. The bedrooms weren’t very large, and the master bath was shower only. A tiny lot. Think Levittown South. I had been thinking about talking to Mom about it at some point but had never really done anything yet.That changed after we got frisky one day in my bedroom. I was. The smell never comes out of the material. I just learned to keep new clothes handy."He walked by her to grab his socks and shoes out of her room, handing her the shirt in passing. "Sweetie, you should really get your mind out of the gutter."She wanted to scream at him. Gutter minded? She was gutter minded? He was the one that... she wasn't going there. She shook out the shirt and looked at the damage they had done to it, most of the buttons missing, the material ripped. She had to fight the. She blew on the underside of my penis right near the head which sent a tingle up my spine. And then she went back to work sucking. She didn't take my whole cock into her mouth this time, just the head. But she began sucking harder and moving my cock in and out with her tongue rubbing the bottom of my shaft--again, again, again, and againnnnnnnn.I shot my load into her mouth as her lips were pressed around the head of my cock. It took four or five spurts until I stopped coming. She held her. When she realized, it was late. He had seen it already and was enjoying looking at his new “old fashion dressed” round student, totally sloppy with the white shirt coming out from the black skirt, the hairs not anymore so aligned and her shame and tiredness with all those movements. Again, he delayed a while to find the right corresponding card. “Oh, I fear, you won’t have any “not good” points”, exclaimed him by putting his card on the table. - “You are very good on that Leticia, I am happy to.