Again I ask what is your body statistics. She replied to that.36-34-34. I ask do you know aboutPhone sex. She replied to that no. I said I will help. ...he said no. She said text here. If I like your conversation, we will do phone sex. I am happy with that answer. I told that whatever I said you have to do?She sais yes.I ask that you are staying with parents or leaving with friends?. I got response like I am staying with my parents but I have a separate room. Hearing that words, I am happy. I ask. Although I did not see it then because of my closed eyes, I realized later that she had hiked her skirt right up above her waist, almost all the way to her breasts, and pulled aside one leg of her panties to uncover her fat hairy crotch before bringing it down on my bouncing dick.She started a sudden frantic grinding and heavy breathing as if someone had merely pressed a pause button to freeze her movements, and had now restarted her. “How could it go down if you keep grinding your fat pussy. And she knew it. "Oh God, you're gonna cum. I can feel it. I can feel your cock getting ready."She knew. She backed me off and sat on the barstool. I got between her legs but she didn't want me to cum inside her. "Jerk it off all over me." She lifted her shirt, and she was sweatier than I was. The aroma was too much to handle from both of us. My cock was glistening from her pussy and sweat and I grabbed the shaft and she ran fingers over the head. My moaning was a****listic. One massive creamy. I don’t remember the exact number of blows, but it was at least twenty. That wasn’t excessive compared to what some people would get at sessions I heard about later.I remember thinking, Lynn, baby, I’m really going to put a dent in your ample ass when I get a crack at you.Then she simply stopped and said, “That’s it. You can comfort yourself now.” No further encouragement was needed. I stood up and grabbed my ass as if it was going to fall off, which was how it felt. I couldn’t help but bounce.