She reached back, grabbing my hair and pulled my head up between her thighs.She locked her legs around my neck, with my head squashed between her thic... strong thighs.She held her body up with her hands on the fluffy white shag carpet and squeezed her thighs, which made my face press up into the comfortable soft cushion of her peachy bum.It was a really odd feeling of calming comfort, as she applied more pressure to my neck, choking me.Despite not being able to breathe properly, I felt relaxed.I. My hardening cock pressed against the thinly clad bottom on my lap. "I love you too, Tracy, so much," I replied and hugged her against myself. Our lips met and remained softly pressed together for a long moment, but I became uneasy. I lifted Tracy off me, hugged her again, and sent her off to her room. My mind roiled with wicked ideas and my cock stiffened more, almost tempting me to masturbate in the privacy of my little bathroom. I wondered what Tracy was doing in her room. My back bothered. I watched as he stared up inside of me and my feeling of embarrassment worsened. I felt like a stripper on her first night. I could not watch and shut my eyes I could feel him working down there and my imagination was running wild. He then started to expand his little toy further and the pressure became intense. Opening my eyes’ he then removed the speculum and proceed to massage my pussy, back into shape, I guess. The appointment had drawn to an end and he told me to get dressed. I got up off. She greet him happily and ask him to come inside. He came inside as they were little known to each other. He was hefty man at the age of fifty. His hairs were disheveled and wearing the traditional uniform of babas. He sitted on the sofa and she went inside the kitchen and came along with water, snacks and Tea. She served him Tea. And sitted in front of him she asked him from where you belongs to. He told her that he didn’t know from where he was born. But he let his home due to her step mother.