"Oh, I missed those.Hehe. Dick the dick!" Giggling she walked away."Sorry about that. Those are the trails you have to endure living with abimbo. Plea...e sit. Tea?"Tamara shook her head in disbelief but took a seat nonetheless. "Yes tothe tea, but mind me asking why you raised your daughter to be a bimbo?" Oh, I didn't raise her nor am I her mother," Miss Greene replied beforeducking into the kitchen. Not long after she came back with a traycarrying a tea-set. After pouring for both of them Miss. ‘Did I do well?’ She smiled. Several wisecracking replies presented themselves, but she knew that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. So she simply said, ‘Yes, you did.’ He wanted to respond, but his eyes were sliding closed, his thoughts becoming disjointed, and he drifted off to sleep. A few minutes later he woke up. She was still lying along him, not sleeping but just relaxing. He jogged her slightly, and she draped her leg across his abdomen. The agony of another question. The moment of truth.. Her back, her waist, her round ass and her naked thighs. I was squeezing her butt on top her dress and fondling her thighs and she was moaning into my mouth which was very sexy.I pulled up her dress revealing her ass. She did not mind it at all. I was holding her butt, it was fully cupped in my hands. Her ass cheeks were so soft and bouncy.I took my time for squeezing it and fondling it, I played with it for some time and then ran my fingers on her ass crack. She removed my shirt and went down. My arse is yours now and it's a virgin." She peeled off her panties, dropped to her knees on the floor and turned to face away from me. Nestled inside her ass crack was a ring with a string tied to it that disappeared inside her ass.All week long I'd been thinking about the question she'd asked before she rode away the week before, especially as I lay in bed with a stiffie. I'd never fucked an ass and I'd always wanted to. Long before I met my wife, I dated a woman whose ex-husband had taken.