It was late afternoon when I heard another rap on my door. I said "come in." My Mother walked in with a small paper bag. Your Daddy went to the stor... so I sorted through the pictures. She said, "Here you are Peter. There 23 pictures in the bag. I selected them carefully for you. I would like to know how much you enjoyed them. I looked at her and said, "Let me sort through them while you're here Mom. I can let you know now. It seemed that was what she wanted to hear from me. She sat on. The tiny wonder jumped up, wrapped her legs around my waist, and put a lip lock on me that was mind bending. As she dropped her feet to the ground, she announced, "I'm not the biggest, but I try to make the biggest entrance."As if choreographed, Kathy was nearby and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Feeny, these five women are trying to occupy all of your son's time. You'll have to talk to them about how they do that, but I'm sure it is a fun story." The first lady that came in is Rita, who Sal met in Panama. Her hips began to grind her against my tongue as her breathing became labored and the grunts turned into a series of moans and gasps. I could feel her juices wetting my short chin beard. Her fingers tightened on the back of my head, digging in against my scalp and gripping my hair as she pulled me harder against her. “Oh, God, yes,” she groaned just before her body spasmed. I thought she would pull out some scalp, she gripped my hair so hard as her hips ground her pussy against my mouth and. “Play with my nipples!” I hissed in excitement and her elegant painted nails flew obediently to my nipples, teasing and pinching them none-too-gently....maybe Mistress Domina had been giving her some lessons? The resulting electric shocks flew unerringly to lower parts (so strange the connection between the two organs!) and my own grunts became louder as I thrust my neck upwards in utter abandon, my prick hard as iron between her outspread thighs. After what seems like an eternity of ecstasy.