I was in heaven. Afterwards I made her a drink and we sat touching and chatting. She asked me if I really had had wet dreams about her. I told her I s...ill did and she squeezed my hand. My head rested on her lower belly, I kissed her bump and lovingly fondled her breasts while I told her in graphic detail what I dreamt about. She started to wriggle her bottom and squeeze her legs together. “Stop it you’re turning me on again!” she said. I stood up and offered her my hands. In for a penny…. “Come. ”“Come over here and lay on my belly Hon. This makes Momma wet, hearing you talk about all the pussy you’ve been getting. I bet you’re glad we moved here now aren’t you? We’ve only been here little over a week and you’ve already fucked four women.”“It makes me hard too. I’d like some more of your pussy ... that is if you’d let me to put my dick in your pussy.”“Here, put this condom on. We need to be more careful, we don’t need any babies. I hope you used condoms on Ms. Carpenter and her. " I am 170cm tall, slender build, shoulder-length mousy brown hair, and brown eyes. Now don't get me wrong I do not consider myself ugly at all, and am quite happy with my appearance I am just that girl you went to school with who was nice but nothing special. Due to this fact when this story took place I had only ever kissed two boys, a tourist earlier that year (on a dare) and my best friend's cousin.Now every summer, like most local kids, I had a part-time job. I worked at the caravan park. Let’s call her Swati. She used to live with her husband and three children. She was about 5′ in height. Her figure was 36d 29 35. She was gorgeous. I used to masturbate thinking about her many times. I had seen her cleavage many times and I always used to think about sucking those boobs.I use to flirt with her and she never used to mind that. So I started gathering courage and slowly I started getting physical with her and used to press her boobs. She never said anything about it. I wanted to.