I could feel my cheeks burn, panic setting in. What had I done? Had I pushed things too far? ‘Fuck,’ he exclaimed as he slammed his cock into me v...raciously. Again and again he thrust hard and fast. I was so overwhelmed by the intensity I could not catch my breath. Suddenly he collapsed onto my chest, as if he had given up, head buried into my neck. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said as the tears welled up, wrapping my arms around him. We laid there for only seconds, but it felt like so much longer, locked in. There were a hell of a lot of decorator items as well as artwork. Some photography and some wood working things. There was a small wooden chest made to be a decorator item. It was wood grained, but very, very dark as though it were a couple of hundred years old."Now this is unique, did you use old wood to get that color?' I asked not believing for a moment that he had done so."Well old in the sense that I found it at the site, while they demolished a house, near me." Then how did you get this. Once we were done, Karen straightened herself up. I just had to pull my top back up, and my skirt down."Another breath was followed by "Karen said we went a little over the time, and did I mind. I sure didn't mind. She said she would like to have me for a night, said she could make a fine little cunt sucker out of me. Then she asked me if I ever sucked cock. It seemed strange her asking that. But I think she figured that if I was so inexperienced, maybe I had not done that either. I said not. But now, after time to reflect on all this, Lynne just wasn't ready to think about her 'baby girl' being sexually active ... not with me anyway, and maybe not at all.At the same time I suspect that older women are aware that all eighteen-year-old girls are horny, and that they have to do SOMETHING to deal with it. At any rate, Lynne didn't seem to be concerned that her daughter had an itch that needed to be scratched."I'm sending you to college for your birthday," said Lynne archly. "And it's.