The schoolgirl part of me, the part that had been writing 'Mrs. John Griffiths' on the pee-chee folder in my mind all night, looked at his apartment a... where I was going to be living from now on. Presumptuous sure. But I'd been living in a fantasy all night anyway, and I saw no reason to stop now.John, ever the gentleman, and perhaps as a clue that his mind was working in similar ways, picked me up and carried me across the threshold. Like we were married or something. My heart did a. It didn't take long after that. I came. I bucked up into him grabbing and holding his head, afraid that he'd back away. Wave after wave of feeling would surge, diminish, and then come back again. And I almost screamed when he ceased.In truth I was getting awfully sensitive down there, feeling every breath of air. But he kissed my thatch of red hair before worked his way up my tummy, pausing to appreciate my boobs before making the long journey past my neck to finally settle against my lips.I. "I'm going to take these off, slowly, in a moment, but first I'm going to stroke myself and you are going to make that little fuckhole cum for me, you understand?" I say firmly but softly, my voice showing the growl that means my own lust is spiraling out of control. You nod slowly and bring your hand down slowly. You start to rub at your clit as my own hand starts to play with the thickness pressing against my boxers. The beginning is slow, my never having asked this and you not having done it. I lay on top of her for a couple of minutes before rolling off. I couldn't believe what had just happened! My Stepmother was on the bed next to me, covered in sweat and my jizz. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up. She hooked a thumb into each side of her pink panties and quickly yanked them off. I stared at her pussy, the first I ever saw. Covered by a thick bush of curly brown hair at the top, I could see her plump lips sticking out from the juncture of her thighs. My.