I dabbed a healthy petroleum glob on my glans and rubbed it against the entrance. And then it happened... it went in. She took a deep breath. "Does it...hurt?" I asked."A little," she said.Despite that, she began to grind with gusto. After about ten strokes, her pussy gripped my cock and began to pulsate. She came twice more, and though I tried to hold back. I squirted too. She started to climb off, but I grabbed her arms and kissed her deeply. "Just sit here for a minute," I instructed. We. “Please?”“I will,” I said. “I’m on my way home now.”It was no problem with Mom and Dad. I didn’t even need to do a sales pitch. They expected that I’d do something with my friends on the holiday. Em was already out and Pey was going to spend the day with one of her friends. Neither Mom or Dad had the day off. Businesses didn’t count President’s Day as a holiday. It was just banks, the post office, and schools that were closed. They were almost ready to leave for work when I got home.I guessed I. .." I begin to stroke her. I hook my arms under her knees pushing her open and begin plowing into this neglected mother's quickly frothing vagina. Every stroke pushes against her deepest walls and makes the bed beneath us groan. Her body folded up simply becomes a hole for me to abuse as my cock saws in and out of her deep. Her face buries into the pillows again as she cums through my assault. We quickly find a rhythm and before too long, her hips are grinding up against me as I crash deep. She finally asked me, "Becka do you like boys?"Being honest, I replied, "No. I only like girls." Me too." Then looking at the boys, she added, "You see boys. We onlylike girls and we are committed to each other."The two boys just left. I looked at her and said, "So, you only likegirls and we're committed to each other?" Sure lover," she said, "I only like girls like you. Plus I'm reallycommitted to us. In fact I've been meaning to get you something," What?"She got up, took my hand and led.