She did even less to improve my skills. It was difficult to hold my tongue and even harder to keep from retching from the stench of her cologne. Mary,...on the other hand, was a joy to work with. Her skills were phenomenal, and she shared them comfortably and generously. Her perfume was French, and as exquisite as her extensive wardrobe. It was a bittersweet day when we both realized that I was ready to leave the comfort of her nest and fly on my own. We decided, for the time being, to continue. " I needed no invitation, instead of her bouncing on me, she rose up a little bit and let me fuck her at my will. I didn't start slow, I was to horny, I pounded her hard, so hard within the first pump she was moaning and screaming in a way I had never heard before. Hayley took it upon herself to stand on the toilet seat, each leg on an opposite side, I was face to face with the teen pussy I was just inside. She inched in until she was just millimeters away from my face, I stuck my tongue out. "Please stop this, please."Her grandfather simply slapped her and reminded her of her place. He had not listened to her last night, and no begging today would get her out of this. Her father had been a slow learner as well, because his wife had been too gentle on the boy before she died. His daughter in law had obviously been the same way with this brat. But she would learn, and if he had some fun, and made some money off of it, all the better he thought. He after all had to cover the money for. I love the feeling of warmth and softness there..." I love to caress my hips... my waist... when I watch myself in the mirror, I feel so sexy... so naughty... alone with my beautiful body, I love to feel myself all over.... my soft smooth thighs... run my fingers along the backs of my legs, up to my sexy little bottom... lift my bottom off the bed and cup my hands around ... loving the warm, soft feeling..."As she whispered, she caressed her body, writhing with pleasure and lust for herself,.