"Saying this, she pushed me down to my knees and lifted her skirt. I sawthat she was not wearing her panties and her pussy was already dripping.I imme...iate put my tongue to work."That's it slave girl, that's the way. Don't stop bitch. Don't you darestop!" she moaned. I gave her a monstrous orgasm, even as my own needdrove me wild with desire.After she came, she pushed me onto the bed and pulled down my panties.Then she mounted me in one smooth action even as I pulled up my skirtlike a girl to. Nothing to say, or do, or even think about. Nothing to be nervous about or second-guess herself about. She wanted it to go on and on.Eventually, of course, it had to end, but also of course it wasn’t nearly the end. Without releasing her James pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Are you doing all right?” he asked softly. And when she nodded, still speechless, he went on, “Good. Now, we’re going to take this very slowly, but you need to let me know if anything is making you. Sister Joanne was pushing back trying to get even more of him up her.She began to cum, the painter could feel her pussy gripping his cock. He could see that she had released her breasts and was focused on rubbing herself as vigorously. Her clit being the victim of her self abuse.He wanted to cum too, but her pussy was taboo."Hold your legs for me, hold them high and wide.", he almost barked.She gripped her legs behind her knees and did as instructed. The painter pulled a bottle out from a table. She had no idea of my experiences in college as I had not shared them with her. Now I had played around a hell of a lot when I was in my senior year of high school and then college, so I was no stranger to sucking cocks and fucking or being fucked. I had played the good boy, and found a girl to marry like society expected me to do. I had tried, but honestly I missed the guys and the great sex we had back then. It was better than any sex my first wife had given me. But like I said, I had.