As he presses again, I feel him part my lips and slowly begin the tedious work of sinking into me. A pain flares from the invasion of the huge member,...but feels it like it’s happening to someone else.Slowly and gently he eases forth, caring and not impatient. As his wide head finally passes through my silken arch, he pauses for a moment: not to revel in the feeling, but instead to let me accommodate myself to his size. Our lips rub together and our tongues swirl, and I feel his thin beard. “Young man. Get yourself dressed and come down to the living room,” she instructed.“Zofeya. Gather up your clothes and bring them into the living room. No point in you getting dressed as you’re going to get your bare bottom smacked,” Pauline continued before bending forward and kissing the eighteen-year-old gently on her forehead.The seventy-year-old lady turned and left the room. As Pauline walked down the stairs, the young couple got up from the bed and began to do as they had been. I asked if she would mind showing me her body, and she giggled, but eventually lifted up her t-shirt and let me see her young breasts. They are still cone shaped and pointy at the tips. . .a lovely mouthful to be sure. I got bold and lifted her t-shirt over her head and felt her breasts with my fingertips, and then with my hands. She admitted that it felt good. When I moved my hands down to her panties she pulled away a little, but I assured her it was okay for a mother to see her daughter's. "We still have a lot to get done, so we can't play here for too long. But there may be time later tonight. For now, we've got to finish getting you ready for the balls Cinderella." She gently patted my heavy sack. She took me by the hand into the bathroom and set me down at the vanity and opened the makeup bag that she'd brought with her. She put a ton of makeup on me, so I knew that I must look like a whore by the time she finished. The bright red lipstick was the final touch. "This.