Once the head was in, I stopped to let her adjust, and she said, "Just ram in into me, like you did with my pussy."So I got a good grip on her tits an... rammed my cock home into her in one thrust. It was hard, because she was so tight. Once fully inside of her ass though, my balls were against her pussy. Then I started pumping hard and fast and my balls kept slapping her pussy. When I came in her, she said it felt good, but she liked it better in her pussy, and her womb. Finally, I pulled out of. She was beautiful, professional and smart yet sexy and irresistible. She wore a red blazer over a thin white blouse. Her skirt stopped several inches above the knee and I could not help wonder if it was stockings that encased those long muscular legs? Was there a garter belt attached to them keeping them up? A quick glance at her butt showed no visible pantie line but looking slightly higher I found it. She was DEFINATLEY wearing a thong. The top floor had a small room with a heater and I. She was dressed already, and I was still dressed from last night. She had on jean shorts, and an overly large COEDS t-shirt."Is that your mom's t-shirt." She nodded. "I don't think that ... uh..." I ran out of words to explain why wearing a t-shirt from a strip club wouldn't be appropriate for the first grade. "Better go put on one of your own." But I wanted to wear one of mom's, because ... you know." OK. I'll find you something special to wear. But not a t-shirt. It's WAY too big for you.". And perhaps some furtively, far more to Decran at this point than it was to him. Everyone knew Ser Gregor’s reputation as it was, so they feared him greatly, but they had no love for the man. The more they saw of Decran, the more convinced that they were that it was the Westerlands bastard who looked out for them, not the Mountain That Rides. It was Decran that they respected and trusted ... most of them simply hoped to keep out of the Mountain’s and not anger him.The message that most of them.