“Oooohhhhhhhhh.” She breathed as I started to get a rhythm going.Her pussy was so tight and so wet. If there was such a thing as a perfect pussy, ... was deep inside of it in that tanning salon. I was pulling her back as I was thrusting forward and you could hear wet noises coming from her overflowing pussy. She started pushing back into me.It wasn’t very long at all before she started to breath deeper and deeper. I pushed her lower back down further and started pushing pressure on her tight. I realize that Susan is twenty-five years old and no longer subject to Mama's control, but I still worry about all my children, even my oldest daughter, and I was hoping you could reassure me about this Preston fellow. From what Susan has told me, he's a professional baseball player, and he's considerably older than she.Susan, as you may know, is coming off a disappointing relationship with a man she at one time had expected to marry. I can't help but worry that she may have gotten involved. "Yeah, I guess so. Just don't make her pissed-off at Greg, okay?"She told her she wouldn't then explained that she would talk with Greg's mother that very evening, if at all possible.Raising a daughter had its surprising moments but this one, Vicky thought, was the wildest. Imagine a daughter coming to you and telling you she's ready to begin fucking. Telling you that it's time and you need to see that she's properly protected. Oh, my, what a world, she thought.There are some things that become. I also remember that, after we had fucked that first time, we were lying there, looking at the ceiling, thinking our own thoughts, when Zara said: ‘Did you realise that today was St Valentine’s Day?’ ‘Vaguely,’ I said. ‘I think there was something on the radio. Mind you, I’m not very good on saints’ days. I only remember St George’s Day because it’s also Shakespeare’s birthday.’ Zara laughed. ‘And I only remember Shakespeare’s birthday because it’s also St George’s Day. Anyway … I’d better be.