She was so tight. And warm. And wet. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. There was never really any resistance other than her just being so...tight. It was like a soft warm vice around my cock. I could feel her pussy throbbing and trying to grab on and pull me deeper. Again I pushed, and drove up even deeper. It was amazing. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my waist, and pulled my body up close and tight to her. With one final push I was in her ALL the way.My mind was. Water droplets were trailing at her navel & the cleavage making me ticklish. She entered her house & shut the door behind her. I came out & opened two buttons of my shirt just to reveal my body(to make her feel tempted). I rang the bell & she opened the door still in her wet saree, with a surprised look. She asked “why! There’s no tuition today”. “why don’t you change your clothes & wait till the rain stops?”. I entered into the house & said “sorry! I didn’t know that”. She said “that’s all. When she walked in she gave me a big smile, a little kiss on thecheek, and then she took my hand and led me to the kitchen table whereall of my tools were laid out. Instead of sitting down I just stoodthere and stared at Chrissy. I couldn't speak! I couldn't move! All Icould do was stare, and Chrissy just smiled that incredible smile thatonly women can manage...you know, the one that seems to say they kneweverything that was going on in the mind of a male.Eventually, she said, "OK sweetie,. It's just the right size."“The right size for what”“The right size for me.” Then she tries to start bouncing but I prevent it. Stacey whimpers and adds “Please Sir…” and tries to kiss me, but I still prevent her from doing anything except grinding on me, fully impaled.“The right size for WHAT.”“For my pussy” she finally says.I have managed to get a hand on a very short ‘mini’ riding crop I had tossed on the bed earlier. “you may bounce on me now,” I say.I barely have that sentence out, and this.