A struggle never felt so good. He had to grab Betty's hips and pull her down on his cock. She moaned softly at first, whimpering softly when Pete work...d his cock deeper. His hips thrust up as her hands gripped his knees for leverage. "Fuck, you sure you're not a virgin?" Pete asked, a little out of breath as he started pumping his cock into her little pussy. "Trust me"She slid down a little further each time and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Pete was surprised he hadn't shot his. “It’s ok Brett” she said softly kneeling now, making sure her sizeable cleavage was perfectly on display. “You’re a healthy young MAN. I understand. And you have urges. Am I right?”.His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth now. Hands still at his side, cock straining to be released. “Yes ma’am.” He didn’t try to hide his lust any longer, not even attempting to meet her eyes, his focus entirely on the sopping wet tits just inches in front of him. She tenderly put her hand on his chin. ..so maybe that was more a result of culturalconditioning than an inherent female need. (Well, at least that?s what Ithought then.) No, at that point, I was more concerned with gettingcomfortable in my new skin.I was just beginning to realize the different way people interacted with me,now that I was a woman. It wasn?t just the fellow in his late 50?s who heldthe door open for me, and smiled in a courtly, almost paternalistic manner;and it wasn?t just the stares from high school boys who were. Amy stayed right on me until I was done. Then she got off, sucked my cock clean, and pushed a tampon up into her pussy.She smiled at me and said, “Leakage.”I smiled. I guess that is why girls carry pocketbooks. I wondered what else she had in there.After we had gotten in the car and were on our way, Amy said, “Mom, thanks for flashing him your panties. That did the trick.”Her mother asked, “Did you two do it in the theater?”Amy said, “Yes, we did, and it didn’t even hurt like I thought it.