I grab her at the top of her hips as she starts to cum, I continue the motion that she has just taught me. Her nails really start to dig which is goo... because the pain will get me through this moment. The minutes go by feeling somewhere between forever and a flash, as passion often does. My ass gets a bit of a chill as her wetness runs down over my balls to my ass and inside of my thighs. She looks into my eyes and whispers how much 'I suck' playfully. I reply that's her job. She begins. You've got to have a chance to get used to the well behaved one first."Mr. Kimble laughed, hard. "Sorry Skye, but your description matches what I thought when I first met Chris' mom. She too was an irresistible force, and I knew I'd be in trouble if I gave her room to be."Mrs. Kimble gave him an angry look, and appeared to be winding up to have a word or two when he stepped over and slid his arm around her waist. "The thing was," He kissed her cheek. "Two days after having met her, I'd decided. It was like she had gone to the clandestine and unscrupulous open coffee market and been suckered into buying a bag of dried used grounds disguised as freeze- dried instant. The best course of action seemed to me to be stoic and obey orders.The first order of the day was to put in all the storm windows. There weren't all that many windows, but it didn't sound like an interesting chore to me. But if I was going to do any griping, I should have done it by keeping my yap shut weeks ago. It was a. I knew i was about to cum so i put both hands on her head and forced her to deep throat as i launched a huge load in her mouth. I heard her gagging and pushed her head down and pumped a few times. This time she puked again, a mix of my cum and cheap beer. I told her now she could show me her cleaning skills, but had to stay naked. Again she thought she could wander around the house with a feather duster and pretend to be dusting....wrong again. I showed her where the bucket was, i had her wash.