He wanted to be gagged. Anything she wanted to do he wanted. He wanted her to tackle him again. He wanted her to lay on him and hit him again, make hi... surrender. Oh god, he wanted nothing more than to surrender.“So what is your Mom doing at my house?”“I don’t know.” Jeffery said.Missy slapped him again. Jeffery recovered from the slap and looked back up. Wow, she was really getting into this. What did she want? He decided to make something up.“I’m going to ask you again and if you don’t give. We found the anchorage in the early dusk and they learned how to secure the boat on a hook (an anchor). It was a clear night and we were far away from city lights so the display of stars was dazzling. We sipped on rum and listened to quiet music and enjoyed the spectacle. Finally they gave me a kiss good night and headed for the vee berth in the bow of the boat. I took the one in the stern.The water was pretty warm so in the morning we swam to the shore of the island and walked the beach all. As they walked he told her that she was in great shape and that he fancied her. do not be silly she told him i am old enough to be your mother. well he said you sure look dam good to me.at the bottom of the cliffs was the beach and to get to it they had to walk down a pathway. about half way down there is a small shelter with a seat inside. they sat and chatted and he made a comment on how nice her perfume was/ she told him he should not be so close to get a smell of it. he then got a bit more. Close, but no cigar. I asked him to go slowly so I could adjust to it, but he didn’t say a word. With one more thrust, he hit the mark, and I felt the soft, fleshy knob of his head slip into my now deflowered hole.The feeling is indescribable, but I’ll do the best I can. There was surprisingly no pain, and that’s something I still haven’t been able to figure out. It was still just as hot as when it was in my hand and mouth, but now it was spreading me open. When I was working his shaft, I.