I had been helping in the kitchen every night, trying to learn to cook. Mom was almost 53 when I came to stay with her, and she seemed tired sometimes... It was a way for me to let her just rest. That night I fixed her Mom's favorite, spaghetti and garlic bread with string beans and almonds. After dinner we slipped on our robes and lounged on the patio watching television. It was three weeks before Brad called me. He asked me to go to a show on Saturday night. I had never had a date before, and. ” He rises to his knees between my legs and pulls his dress up over his head exposing a white bustier. He discards the dress and kneels down, his head hovering over my crotch. “Pull my pantyhose down.” He complies and pulls them down over my butt. “Not too far, I like them on my thighs.” My dick is still somehow flaccid. I am shaking with excitement. “I want you, I want to be in you, to be part of you. Pull my panties down.” I can feel his hand shake slightly as he takes the elastic top of my. He couldn’t be ready to go again already, surely?Holding me down with his left arm, he buried two fingers of his right hand into my ass all the way up to the knuckle and proceeded to finger me in fast, hard strokes. It felt like he was literally punching them into me. I couldn’t see him, but I imagined his hand to be a blur as he pummelled my ass. You’d think I’d be numb after the two fuckings he’d already given me, but it felt unbelievable.“Holy shit! Ugh! Oh! Yes! YES!!! Steve! FUCK!” I. He replied to take them all to her room to dress, and when ready to, video chat him so he could watch her dress.The phone on the charger on her nightstand, facing her, she pressed the button and stood back so Donald could see her standing there nude. She saw him smile at her, all she ever saw of him was his face. “Put on the high heels first and let me see how you walk in them.” Emma did as told and walked away from the phone then back to it a few times. At first, she was rather shaky on.