“Hi Jimmy what’s up” I asked. “Just wanted to see you” he said he was visibly nervous. I was wearing a red sweater dress and black tights an... bra and started to walk back to my drawing boards. He closely followed. I was talking to him as I did asking how he was just small talk wondering why he stopped over, As I pulled out the chair he grabbed me spun me around pulled me to him and pressed his lips to mine. OMG this young (but legal) teen was kissing me (we have made out a few times before) I. Saying this she went for her handbag that was lying in the seat next to her. All this while I still had my hand inside her t-shirt and holding her boobs. “this can wait for a while!!” saying this she pulled my hand out of her t-shirt and let it go. I was a little disappointed at that, after all I was like a little a child whose candy was taken away from him.She pulled her handbag and put that in between us, on the seat handle. She opened it and took out a black bra. I guessed that was the one. "Your punishment will only be light because it is a boy baby. Such a child will enhance your value, so your punishment will be lighter than usual." But," Amelia protested, "it wasn't anything to do with me who fucked me, or how, or when. I had no choice in the matter."'Stupid', she thought as she said it, 'all I'm doing is adding to the punishment.'Then she started to wonder why they wanted a daughter rather than a son. She remembered a snatch of an old song that Prince Abdullah had taught her. Oh, I love this. Oh, Brad," and I begin kissing my son deeply as he fucked me on and on. I haven't felt this aroused in a long time, a very long time."Oh, Mom, oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum, oh, you feel so good, you make me ... UNHH, UNHH, UNHH, unhh, unhh, uh, uh, uh, oh, Mom, I love you so much. I want to fuck you forever." Oh, yes, Brad, I want your cum in me, honey, oh, fill me up. I want your cum, baby. Oooh, fuck me, oh, yes, fuck me hard." Oh, I'm still hard, Mom, oh, you make me so hard. My.