You groan and say, “Mommy, he has my pussy full. I can feel him wiggling his fingers inside me. I’ve never felt anything like that”. “I know,�...� your mother replies. “Oh, look at who has moved closer to the window. It’s that nice gentleman from the university you are so attracted too.”“Oh God. Not Roger! He’s watching me too. I am so ashamed and embarrassed. But You can’t keep from letting your natural instincts take over to rut. You begin trying to push back in my fingers so your pussy gets. Now all my readers know exactly what happened that night between you, me and Ramon. I also told them the story about Charlotte's lesson, when I met you the first time, and many other exciting things which happened to me since that day. They have seen pictures of my pussy from every possible angle. I get the feeling I must have one of the most photographed pussies on earth."But my readers wanted more. They wanted to see my pussy in action: stuffed with a big cock or dripping with cum. That's. She was pressing my head down deep into her pussy. As my one hand was finger-fucking her pussy, my other hand pried her pussy lips open for my mouth. Now I can see her clit. I licked it first gently, then roughly.“So badly good,” Padmini cried in ecstasy.I started licking her clit faster and faster. “I am about to cum,” she cried. In the next few seconds, Padmini’s whole body shuddered again and again as she squirted on my fingers. Her juices flowed down onto the bedsheet.Once her orgasm waves. And her baggy, rather immature, pink Minnie Mouse T-shirt seemed to be an attempt to conceal rather than promote the 18-year old's rather large breasts."Well, Abbie," Miss Barnard smiled thinly, "welcome to your first day at Bellevue Home For Retired Gentlefolk. I trust that your time with us will be a productive one." Thank you, Miss Barnard," said the youngster shyly, addressing her new boss as if she were a teacher - even though Abbie had left school two years ago. Miss Barnard did not.