Unlike Heather, she did not hesitate until the tip touched the back of her throat. She placed one hand against my balls and the other at the base. She...moved her hands in unison with her mouth. I laid back on the bale of hay. What Heather had done the night before felt amazing but it was nothing compared to the pleasure I was feeling from Mrs.B. “Mrs. Benson, something is about to happen!” I exclaimed as the feeling I had felt two days ago, right before my penis erupted, returned.Mrs. Benson did. She invited me to the homecoming festivities there and of course I jumped at the chance. I borrowed a car from one of the guys across the hall and drove the three hundred miles in record time, quite possibly exceeding the speed limit most of the way.Standing outside her dorm in a white cable knit sweater and tan slacks, her copper colored hair longer now that I had ever seen it and framing her face beautifully, I just could not help but realize that she may be one of the most beautiful women in. ”I reached into my pocket and handed her two twenties and a ten. They were crumpled and she had to straighten them out. She placed the money on the dresser and then she stripped off her top almost before I could see it. Her tits were bigger than I had thought. That Spandex had smashed them flat. Her pants were stripped down her legs like a second skin and then pulled off her feet. Then she stood before me completely naked. She was your typical hundred pound girl but there was something special. She looked down and her soaked white panties left almost nothing to the imagination. And she was proud of her womanhood. More so than she had ever been. And as he pulled them down finally revealing herself to another human for the firs time since she had matured, she had been to nervous to even go see a gynecologist, she knew she wanted him to be inside her. ‘So you’re the one who made all that mess.’ He said staring directly at her soaked sticky vagina which for some reason she found.