Every time she pulls my hair so hard my head can't help but be forced that same direction, I thank her as much as my weak, feeble voice can choke out....I kiss and massage her feet every time she gifts me with a spanking session with her wooden paddle, or a wooden spoon. I'll never forget the time I tried to push the boundaries. She'd always told me that rule #1 of our encounters was that I was to act as if my penis didn't exist. I made the unforgivable mistake of telling her how hard my penis. I did lap up the flood of juice that waited inside. Then two fingers of my left hand entered her while my tongue went at her clit.While this was happening, she continued, although occasionally interrupted by moans of pleasure, to tell me about her and her mother. "She had me get naked. At first it was kind of like a medical exam. She did probe me but at that point it was not sexual. She said everything looked right. I then told her I was never able to see what I looked like, even in a. I helped her pull the bra off. Our excess clothing ended up on the floor.Julie lay back against the arm rest while I lay on top of her, pressing our naked chests together. The feel of her hard nipples pressing into my chest was more than enough to engorge my cock with blood, producing a massive erection. Julie and I went back to kissing while I stroked and rubbed her back and sides. Our tongues danced back and forth between her mouth and mine. Julie slipped her hand down and felt my boner. She. I had started to cry to.We spent the rest of that night into the morning just talking about everything. We didn't have sex; we just talked and held each other. I got to really meet the woman my little Peggy had become that night.The next day as I was packing to return to California I was sure Peg thought she was chasing me away, but nothing could've been further from the truth. Someone knocked loudly on the door to my hotel room. I opened the door, and naturally it was Peg. She came in and saw.