It's your last time enjoying that wonderful shaft.”“Yes,” she whimpered, pumping up and down it. “Ooh, pound me, Officer Cindy. Make me cum! L...t me enjoy one last bout of rapture.”“Sure,” I groaned, savoring her tight cunt, fighting to hold off my orgasm even as her pussy became hotter and hotter. “One last explosion with your futa-dick.”“Thank you,” she moaned, her face twisting with rapture.I didn't answer, enjoying the hot, silky grip of her barely legal cunt too much. She whimpered and. I never paid much attention to her back than. If I would have probably could have gotten her to do anything I wanted. Last year we ran in to each other and no longer are related by marriage anymore but parts of the family still consider her family cause she has a sister that is my cousin by blood before the divorce. We ran into each other and we were both married. But both were unhappy. So we started talking and thought it would be fun to hang out some time. I could tell she still had a crush. Over the next ten years hermaternal instinct stayed strong and it cried out to her for the child itso desperately needed to love, and be loved by. As she neared fifty, herarms that longed to hold her child were still empty, and her heart hadgiven up any hope that it would be filled with a child's love.Yet, just a few short months ago, she had found a cuddling, crying childwho latched on to her and filled some of the emptiness in her heart. Hername was Molly. She was an affectionate. " I stammered in response.She then continued "Louise and I are best friends and I haven't understood why she is studying with you so much after school ... Then I got to see the wet patch in her panties."She paused and waited for my reaction. I looked down and averted my eyes from hers, completely forgetting about my new found powers of thought.Kaylee continued "I finally got her to tell me ... she told me that you have the most wonderfully talented tongue and lips".With that comment I looked up.