Paula giggled, “True, but where there’s a will, there’s a way.”“We’ll find a way.” I assured her. “Got lots to try yet.”“Really?�... Paula asked.“Really.” I replied. “Depends on you of course but there are a lot of positions and another port of entry too.”“Port of entry?” Paula asked quizzically.“Your lovely bum dear sis.” I laughed at her. “But only if you want, might not be comfy or might hurt if not done carefully.”“You’re kidding, right?” She asked.“No, some ladies really enjoy it, others use. "Watcha doing in the dark, little guy," she giggled, "watching something interesting?" Just hanging out," I replied.She stood looking at me, hands on her hips, with a sly smile on her pretty face.At nineteen Karen was a good-looking girl. She was about five-foot-six, had a great body, and her curly brown hair seems to suit her pretty face. She had on a black skirt, almost a mini, that showed off her shapely legs. Her tits, which look like nice big handfuls that I dreamt about, pushed out under. My hands moved to his shoulders for support.“Look at me,” he ordered. I didn't make a move. This in return made him tighten his hold on my neck just enough to warn, but not enough to hurt.“I said look at me,” he demanded again.I finally willed myself to look at him to see him already looking straight into my eyes. It seemed as if he was seeking my soul. He added another digit as a reward.However, as soon as I could feel myself falling off the edge, again, he stopped. He took his fingers out and. I always made sure I was made up and looked as attractive as possible hoping when he looked at his mom: he saw hope not a heart broken mom. Often I saw his sheet rise when I came into his room. Don’s hardon was formidable. It hurt me to the core that he won’t be allowed to share his cock with some of the girls he knew and enjoyed the feeling like his dad did with me. What a loss. Looking at him I wanted to slide my hand under the sheet and caress him till he came.“Don, how are you holding.