I felt like a ragdoll as he punished my ass. “Fuck!” was all I heard and he slammed hard into me.A warm feeling spread inside me and I realized ...e was filling my young ass with his cum. He held tight onto my hips and flinched a couple more times. He was still for a minute or so and I felt his cock softening inside me. It felt weird now, it was still buried but the pressure was lessening. I felt him pull back and the cock left me. My ass felt wide open and I felt cum dribble out and start. I had decided to stop by Craig's on the way here, which I was not sure was a good idea. He was not suggesting sex, but I knew that he really wanted something more than kissing and the over the clothes stuff . A lot happened once Stephanie got home. We talked about random life things and ate some pizza and just chilled like old times, but I knew the discussion was around the corner. "So what did you really want to talk about?" she asked me curiously. "I know there is something." "Can't a girl. I took off my robe and I looked at myself in the mirror. It may seem overly vain, but I am truly am proud of my figure. Even after breast feeding both of my daughters when they were infants, my breasts were still firm and perky. My butt was just round enough to attract stares and the occasional 'cat call' from construction workers. And my tummy was flat and firm. I walked to the bed naked and saw Oscar had selected the precise same pale green panties I had worn that Sunday afternoon when I. I had no idea what I was getting into, and was a bit relieved when her mother walked into the room. She was still in her work clothes, tight pants, low cut button up shirt, and high heels. Quiet the knockout MILF. I don’t know how long I was starring, but Stephanie’s “take a picture it’ll last longer” snapped me back to reality. Stephanie was clearly upset Monday and wasted no time telling me she was grounded her cell was taken away and her life was over. She wished she could come live with me..