Simpson." Wanda pleaded weeping openly."Call me Coach." he said, grabbing her by the hips and ramming his cock all the way home. "and I go bare back. ...on't worry too much. None of my other little girls have gotten pregnant."Wanda groaned as Coach hit bottom. His cock felt huge, filling her like she'd never been filled before.Coach began to stroke in and out hard and fast in Wanda's hot pussy. Slowly he felt her start to relax and after a few strokes she was involuntarily humping her taught ass. Miria started to remember one warm night she crept into his room as he slept, thinking she heard something. She learned that night Bastion slept naked. In the sliver of moonlight coming in the window, she stood and admired his tan frame. His body was fairly muscular and weathered by working on his lands. As he rolled over, her eyes outlined his face, his hair black, short almost shaved, his small beard scruffy but well-trimmed. Then her eye glanced to see what made her knees almost buckle, his. She asked me why I should go there. I said please mom I want to show u a real gift. With a great surprise she moved towards my room. There my computer was running. One i****t story about mom and son was on the screen. I asked her to sit on the chair and read the text in the computer. She went on reading the story. I could see her face changing red and bright while reading the story. She looked horny. I was sitting the back of her. Slowly I put my hands on her chicks and move smoothly.She didn’t. And Ithink it would be fair to say that THEY certainly didn't look like boysunderwear.Those panties felt entirely different on me when I had to wear them,especially when I had to wear them while walking up to the shops with myAunt. They were often pale pink in colour, felt very soft and slipperyto wear and shiny to look at and had frilled lacings on the leg openings.Although I was very young back then (and could never had known about orunderstood sexual feelings), it always felt very funny.