It did not look as large as it felt. OMG! He knew I would need time to adjust to him. He suggested that for our first time I ride him. Our first time?...Were we going to have many breeding sessions? He looked me in the eyes as I slowly, very slowly, pushed down onto him. I gasped and asked him to stop. He did. “Relax, baby doll, let your pussy sink down and wrap around me. Don’t force me in you. Relax and open up gradually”. I relaxed and slowly became accustomed to the fat fullness of the head. He had been waiting her arrival with somewhat mixed feelings, he was doing this as a favour to his mother, as he no longer hankered after the big titted old cook, not as he once did, she had just been a woman, a sex object for his hormone riddled youthful mind , but now… now he knew about the layout of women`s bodies and had supped at the cup of sexual enjoyment with his delightful mother Muriel, Lady Muriel Pargeter, the mistress of this manor house here in deepest Wiltshire, now he was not so. We checked the paper and decided to see Pocahontas that was playing at the Crystal Palace Theater. It turned out to be a love story of the kind Cathy loved. I kind of enjoyed it too.We arrived back home at about 10:30 still suffering from jet lag. We decided to hit the rack and get caught up on some sleep. We were still a bit on edge from the time difference and residual effects of the train wreck so it took us a while to get to sleep. We chatted in bed for about two hours before our yawns told. Nothing. I slowly turned the handle and peeked inside. She wasn’t in. I stepped forwards and closed the door behind me. I dropped by bag by her desk and waited. I thought to myself that if she didn’t show up within the next few minutes, I was going to leg it and forget that this had ever happened. The minutes ticked by. A cold sweat slowly engulfed as I was locked in place with anticipation. My mouth was dry, and my heart was thumping hard in my chest. Suddenly, my eyes got covered up by.