I ran my fingers lightly across his arms, enjoying the feel of the length of his body against mine and his rapidly hardening cock against my ass. He r...n a hand up to my face, and ran the back of his hands across my cheek and I turn and nuzzle it like a kitten. “So beautiful baby”, he breathed, “so soft... so smooth…” he brushed the hair off my neck ad kissed it, slowly stoking the fire in my body and my hips start to slowly grind in response. One of his hands slid down and squeezed my breast. I was wrong and deserve to be taught a lesson.” I walked behind her and gently raised the short skirt that did little to cover her rounded ass cheeks, and could see the pink thong I had told her to wear. Unfortunately for her it left her globes very exposed and a great target for punishment. In a moment of improvised excitement I slipped two fingers inside the small band of material and slid them forward, feeling how wet and slick her pussy was already before sliding them back over her pink. Oh god the joys of youth. I told him to get up high enough that he could put his cock between mommies breasts, that I wanted him to shoot his spunk on mommies tits first. He got into position immediately and with me squeezing my breasts together shot off on me in moments. With no deflation showing in his young cock I then took his cock into my mouth. I was able to hear him say “oh god”and “mom” a few times. Then I could tell that his cock was getting more and more rigid and he was thrusting in. She called to Florence to go put the kettle on for Tea as we settled on to her couch, Darleen on one side of her and me on the other. I noticed the difference in their accents, Florence had that gentle middle class polite accent, whereas Margaret’s was more of the cockney accent of East London, from where she was from as I was to find out later. Once it was ready Florence brought it to us on a tray and placed in on the coffee table in front of us, then returned with a platter of pastries..