Finally safe, no more prying eyes, no one judging her. She starts a kettle for tea and begins to make a cup. Sitting near the window to the courtyard ...nd enjoying her tea as the phone rings.“Hello”“How are you, so how was it?” Sara’s friend Lilly asked on the other end.“It was OK, nothing special, he seemed nice. Then in the car, he got a little handsy. Why are they always in such a hurry?” sighed Sara. “You know they think with the little head, sweet girl. They are not used to waiting for. I have often fucked him and I know how good he is and how beautifully he stretches you, but once he has flooded your cunt with his hot jism, he is spent, when you could go on having orgasm after orgasm. I want to do that for you and show you the delights you have been missing.”At that moment, the perverse barrier of conventional sexual conduct, which had been instilled into you since puberty, was swept aside in a torrent of long-repressed desire, and you pulled her into your arms and began to. Thank you Mr Peterson, that was fun. She leaned forward and licked one last drop leaking from the tip of my cock. Thank you! Was all I could say. She stood up. Look whats happened. She put one leg up on the coffee table and lifted her dress. Her panties had a very obvious and very large wet spot between her legs. That made me really wet. Would you like to taste me? Moving over to the sofa, she sat with her bum on the very edge and lifted her legs up, holding them up and wide open with her hands. " What?" Yes, Cindy. He kept me in his bedroom for three hours." You mean you slept with him?" Well, that is one way of putting it, but there was no sleeping, dear. There was only fucking, for three hours." Oh poor mom!" Not really. As it turned out I fucked Mr. Peacock as much as he fucked me. He's a very well-built virile man with a massive cock, and I thoroughly enjoyed the three hours with him." Why did you do that for?" When your father told me what Mr. Peacock wanted, the idea disgusted.