She answered the door in an old worn-outt-shirt. I came in and she closed and locked the door behindme. I turned around to see her pulling the shirt o...ff. Shewas naked underneath. She apologized for the shirt butsaid she didn't like wearing clothes at home. She hadnice sized breasts with big nipples. She was also completelyshaven. I told her I felt over dressed as I began peelingclothes off.She plopped down in an over-sized chair, took a vibratoroff the coffee table (I hadn't even noticed it). Her fingers were pushing deeper and were curling up into herself. No doubt she was stimulating her “G” spot. I could see her fingers glistening as I moved closer and placed a kiss even higher on her thigh. She moaned again and her hand suddenly stopped. I could see her pussy pulsing and clenching at her fingers and a trickle of her juices ran out over her fingers. I moved forward some more, put my tongue out and caught the drip. My tongue and lips landed on her fingers and I could feel her. As long as your mother wasn’t around you don’t need clothes. Part of me loved this and part of me hated it with passion. I hated wearing clothes period, I always felt more free naked but having that choice taken was what I didn’t like. He informed me I would tell him when I was slut outside of this house. He told me if I wanted to be slut then I would be the best damn one I could with his help. He forced me to my knees and told me to release him. My eyes widen when I saw how thick he was and so. My ass cheeks ached and stung but my pussy throbbed with the excitement turning me on to such an intense level. As my breathing regulated and the stinging subsided, I felt his hands on either side of my hips, his thumbs digging into the delicate and bruising skin on my punished cheeks. He forced his hard dick straight into my extremely wet cunt, grabbing a mass of my hair from below the neck of the hood I was wearing. I cried out an intense gasp with his intrusion and felt the burn in my butt.