Charmaine put a couple of fingers in me and licked at my clit. I came, the orgasm sending chills and tremors through my body. Cindee saw this, and pul...led out of Charmaine. Before I could fully recover myself enough to know what was happening, Cindee was pulling my panties off and sliding her dildo into me. Charmaine slunk her way over to Lance, who had taken out his impressively long penis and was stroking it slowly. Without asking, Charmaine turned around and slowly lowered herself onto. It was my car that did the job of bringing me into this family. It was a battered Toyota Corolla that was ten years old and had nearly a hundred and fifty thousand miles on it. I'd purchased the car a year after getting my driver's license. It's paint was faded, it's interior trashed with yellow upholstery and springs showing through multiple holes in the seats. The heater didn't work and the engine was covered with so much grime and oil that it actually smoked while it was running. I treated. I moved slowly because I knew I would come if I moved too fast. I pulled out until I was almost out, then thrust slowly all the way back in. I worked in and out for a few minutes. I was too excited to last long. I grabbed Bob's hips and began to bang in and out as the orgasm rose in me. Bob pushed back with every penetration. He grunted softly in time with the thrusts. I couldn't hold back any more and I cried out as I flooded his ass with my cum. It was one of the most intensive orgasms I ever. So, what did she have to offer to a younger man? Experience? She really didn't have a whole lot of that. Well, maturity... acceptance... warmth. And what was it a young guy wanted after all? A combination mother and lover. She'd give it her best shot.First priority was the minor matter of acquiring expertise in the art and science of lovemaking. Tilda began by reading the classics on the subject: the "Kama Sutra," Richard Burton's translation of the "Perfumed Garden," and Alex Comfort's "The.