?Seven, ma’am!? His hands were balled into fists, holding tight to the towel, and she could feel her fingers itching to play with her cunt. ?Eight, ...a’am!? His eyes were clamped shut, trying to block out the pain, and she licked her lips at the sight of his contorted face. ?Nine, ma’am.? He was holding his leg down with his hands now, forcing it to stay flat on the bed, and her thighs were trembling at the sight of how hard it was for him to submit to this torture for her. ?Ten, ma’am, fuck!?. Something snapped inside her, something intrinsic, something primal, something… desperate. She lifted the woman’s head, gazed at the wetness from her pussy, and pulled her up until they were mouth to mouth. The kiss was telling. It spoke of newness, the first for both women, and neither wanted it to end. Their tongues danced the sweetest tango; lips explored teeth and tongue, leaving both beauties breathless. Finally the audience around them made itself known. Men gawked and stroked themselves,. And with that I have to live, but I've learned something through all this, and today I am what I am, loved it or not.After a series of partners and I must say they were older than me, because I think I like the older, I love more experienced, I love how they can run and I just love the real fucking old when I take it in my hands. At age 16 I slept with a man who was over 30 years old. Later she was in love with the boy over 3 years old and he has the same over the age of 35 that's just so, but. I looked at the clock, and I found that I was going to be late for work. I quickly took a shower, got dressed, and went to the hospital. I was feeling horny, and wanted to masturbate in shower, but I didn’t want to get late so I couldn’t relax myself in the shower. The day was quite busy, but still sometimes when I was taking a few minutes rest, I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking about my son and his big cock. I came home, again very late. Expecting my son in his bed sleeping, I went to.