Her height, a diminutive 5 foot, made her look even more like a doll. Her eyes were a shimmering pool of cerulean blue which stood out against her pal... porcelain-like skin. She was blessed, she never had a zit or blemish in her life. Her tiny frame, a size two in dress, made her look younger than her eighteen years. She used to hate her size 32A breasts, but had grown to like them because it meant she could go without a bra often. But as she was sitting in her desk, she could not get rid of. Sperm. Masturbation takes ages for me, sometimes hours, I need sperm to really cum. I don't know why, it's hard to explain. I don't know any other women that actually likes sperm. It's sticky, its salty and it comes out of the same hole you pee out of, not all winning arguments, but I love it. Maybe it's the disgustingness of it, or the thought of doing something forbidden, I really don't know. What I do know is, that I have spent most of my life in pursuit of it. That wasn't always easy, I led. Rico squirmed on the sticky bench as the cane woman, a curvaceous blonde with her hair in a bun, leaned over the bench with a wicked smile on her face, and teased his cock in the hot sweaty cleft of her excited breasts; the delicious sensation made Rico buck in his bindings. The black haired woman laughed."Don't you dare make him spend yet; I shall want to face-sit him while you shave that end, then we'll see his cream." The blonde relented and gently licked the salty lubricant from Rico's. She told me that they had decided to split five years ago, but waited until I was 18 before actually splitting. Although they had planned it for some time it took a number of months for my mom to adjust to being alone. I was not aware of her dating or going out while I was in college and she seemed to be doing fine with her new freedom. I thought at first she would be going out a lot since she is so vivacious and outgoing and very good looking. Let me describe her: she is 38 years old, 5’ 6”, a.