Over the last few weeks, she'd been spending every break and after-school hours in his office, catching up on work, and they'd grown increasingly clos...r as the days passed.She now sat inches away from him, her head on his shoulder, and although he knew it wasn't appropriate, he made no effort to move her, enjoying the weight of her resting against him. Mr. Matthews couldn’t explain this closeness that had arisen between them. All he knew was that spending time with her and listening to her. Finally last but not leastthere's my 18 year old Son Robert, who's small in stature like me andcan sometimes by a bit unruly.My story begins in earnest some 2 years ago when Ann who's a widow begandating black guys. At first I wasn't particularly happy about this,every weekend she seemed to bring a different guy home, and inevitablythey were young enough to be her son, and sometimes her grand son.Gradually over time I grew accustom to having these young black men inour house. They all seemed to. I ... You’re so beautiful.”“You want to make me happy?” I asked.“I’ll make you so happy,” she moaned. “I’ll make you cum hard.”“I want more than orgasms,” I said. “You make me happy, and I’ll make you explode.” I dropped the scrub bottoms again. “Will you make me happy?”She fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my hips, leaning her head in. “I ... I ... want to make you happy. I’ve never done this before.”“You’ll be fine,” I said, grabbing her brown hair. I pulled her lovely face, her smooth. He asked whether he can kiss my picture. Then, one day we planned for going to a movie so that we can do some fun. I never kissed any guy, so I too thought of having some fun and I booked the corner seats.He was so happy when I booked the corner seats. Since the theatre wasn’t fully packed, I was kind of excited. As the movie started, he held my hands and kissed them. I kissed his cheeks. Then, we started to lip lock. This is my first lip lock. So, I became so much wet in my first kiss itself..