”“Why? You said you belonged to me now.”“That was in the throes of passion.”“And wow, what passion that was.”“Passion which should be ...eserved for your father.”“Who we both know can’t appreciate you as I can. I dare say he also can’t satisfy you as I can.”“I won’t lie. I’ve never been satisfied like that in my life.”“Then... ?”“I have an obligation to your father.”“He’s a good man, but he doesn’t deserve a woman like you.”“You flatter me.”“No, like you, I won’t lie. You are special mother. A. John responded with a warning and threatened to slap her if she continued to protest. As Samantha cried, John pushed his cock through her hymen and didn’t stop until he was buried up to his balls in her tight quivering pussy. The sight of Samantha’s blonde hair, tear streaked face, hard nipples, slowly rising thighs, and the feeling of her vagina wrapped tightly around his cock made John think he was in heaven. After waiting for Samantha’s pussy to relax slightly, John slowly pulled his cock. Some days she'd commute the hour and half to London from Bath, other nights she'd stay with him. Then she discovered that on the nights when she went back to Bath, he was a busy little chap! And now she's bitter and twisted and man-shy.She was fairly emotional in her telling the story. I suspected that I was the first person she'd told it to as one complete tale. She didn't give me an opening to suggest that we might date, and I still had the nagging doubt that maybe I shouldn't, not with a. In no time she'll be ready to please everyone in every way, just like her mother! she added, referring to herself. If there was anything she wanted for Jackie, it was the ability to make men happy, so that the young blonde would be able to enjoy life as much as Stella herself had.''My God, dear," Stella said aloud, "you sure gave him a fantastic hard-on... What shall we do first?" Don't you want to fuck him, Mother?" came the girl's surprised response. Stella was taken aback, but not so much.