After pressing her boobs for quite a long time, I wanted to see them and massage her bare boobs. I took hold of her t-shirt and slowly started to move...it upside, checking in her eyes if she was ok.Her eyes didn’t show any reaction, and so I moved it above her boobs and broke the kiss. Her eyes questioned me, “Why?” I pointed towards her t-shirt. She moved her hands above, and I removed her t-shirt.She was wearing a red netted bra underneath it. Her boobs were still quite firm and medium-sized.. Yet youare a riot of colours and wear miniskirts that are far longer than Ithought possible." I think you Christians have an expression about being a broad churchwhich is meant to mean that there is room for differences of opinion,yet you have leaders like the Pope and the Archbishop of Canterbury whokind of represent the whole denomination. We Muslims think theyrepresent all of Christianity," Afroza replied. "Well, in Islam we havescholars who interpret the words of the Noble Quran but no. Please be gentle, go slowly. You don’t want to hurt me.”Realizing that I had agreed to allow my son to enter me, I gave up all thought of resisting. After his first few thrusts, I wrapped my legs around him, my heals propped against his firm ass, allowing him full access to my vagina. I used my heels to guide him deeper as I stretched and strained to accommodate this very large penis in my rather petite frame.He slowed down a bit and took a dozen or more slow strokes, going a bit deeper each. She said she was not a virgin, but didn't have a lot of enjoyable experiences with men.It was then I started thinking of ways for a better experience for her. Rolling on top of her and entering her right away was probably not the way to get the results I was looking for.I thought I would start at the head and see what develops. I reached down for her hand and rolled over slightly to kiss her on the lips. I didn't get the response I was hoping for. Kissing wasn't her strong suit. I rolled over.