I began to pump into his hand, and I felt utterly out of control. It was the most wonderful orgasm that I had ever had, and he milked me like I was hi... little girl. I felt like his little girl. I felt like I had fallen in love with the man who seemed to get off on treating me in exactly the way that I wanted to be treated.After what seemed like long minutes, I began to relax. I knew that I had an awful mess in my panties. I asked Stan if it was okay for me to go and clean up the mess that he. “You’re all so fucking hot, and practically begging me for it!” he muttered, as he stared into her eyes. He grinned then, and added, “Except you! You really made me work to get balls-deep in your tight little body!”“But that’s what makes fucking me better, isn’t it?” she asked, staring back at him, her angular eyes flashing with lust. “You had to work to break me in, not like those girls outside. You only have to snap your fingers, and they’d spread their legs for you.”Tightening his grip on. “What’s going on? You have a boyfriend that maybe hubby doesn’t know about,” she said with a laugh. “I can keep a secret.”“No, my husband left me years ago.”“Oh, I’m sorry,” Stephanie said and looked at me with what could only be considered a naughty smile. She knew how old my mother was and it was obvious that I was much younger. She apparently thought I was some type of gigolo.“Step, this is ... is my son, Jerry.”Stephanie’s eyes opened wide as she reached out her hand to me. She looked at my. I was self consciously begging him to fuck me as he knelt between my long Asian legs, spread them apart, and guided his cock into my pussy. We devoured each other with hot passionate kisses while he pushed hard into me as I met each thrust and formed a tight vacuum on his throbbing cock upon each stroke. As my pussy continued to clamp onto his cock he finally exploded and pumped load after load of cum into me. We rested for 10 minutes when I started to give him a hand job to arouse him. I soon.