Held it. Exhaled. I felt my body relaxing and smiled a silent thanks to my master. Then I felt hands on my crotch, pulling and tugging on my pussy lip.... What the... ? I glanced down at saw the young man working intently on my pussy, seeming to examine it as if he were a doctor. He glanced up at me, probably feeling my own eyes watching him."Would you like the hood of your clitoris pierced or the clitoris itself?" I hadn't thought about options, but took the opportunity to ask questions I hadn't. Before you met my son, that didn't happen very often. The murder and the trial really seemed to sap all of the life and fun out of our lives." We were always afraid to say much because for that first year you burst into tears over little things," Ashley said apologetically.Beatrice sighed. "I know. You'd do something wonderful, and all I could think about was that John would never get to see it. He missed your first game as a cheerleader. He missed every touchdown Jason scored. He won't be. She was panting and would never be hotter to fuck. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned. She stroked my fully erect twelve inches, and then pushed the foreskin completely off the bulbous, mushroom head while kissing her way down my chest and over my belly. She took the head into her mouth and sucked vigorously while pumping the shaft, working out what I knew to be a mouthful of precum. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, “Do me Max. Fuck me. Even if I beg you to stop; don’t! I need to be fucked hard. Use me. Pump your. . special comfort eh?"Paul nodded slowly, and well the rest's been history.Back to the present, Paul walked over to the bed where Mrs. Erickson laydown on. Her sensual lavender perfume was intoxicating. They had alwaysarranged a meetup, a private session, on a Saturday night. Afterwards hewould get a nice fat deposit in his back account from Mrs. Erickson, apersonal gift if you will. He made sure he got his schoolwork done forthe week in time for this, so as not to disappoint Mrs..