Then reality hit home. Shame on you, Rose… shame on you. They'd probably run a mile if I offered my services. That thought was probably correct for ...various reasons, not least because I’m a mature woman. Also, because two of the sixteen-year-old footballers were my son Sam and Jacob, my friend Dawn’s son.Dawn had driven us to the match — my car was in the garage for servicing — and, after the match was over, she would take me and Sam home before carrying on to her house. I really wanted Jacob to. Two things I’m best at. It all started back at the age of 14, when I was innocent and I knew nothing about things, I had this weird hunger for knowledge about myself. I going through a phase of my sexuality. Back then pussy meant a cat and cock meant a rooster.It all changed one day when I was asked by my mom to get a towel to the washroom. She was in the bathroom stark naked. I went there and gave her the towel. I couldn’t get my eyes off my mom’s body. God! The sight was delicious. It was a. I could seesome lace. I was so curious that I done something a guest never shoulddo. I pretended to open the wardrobe asking if he had more toys in thecloset. He opened his mouth to protest but it was already open. Onceagain my mouth was open and I knew my world was about to change. Therewere dresses in his wardrobe. There were girl t-shirts and leggings. Jimsaid he could explain. He tried to open his mouth, but I ran out and ranall the way home. The last thing I heard was him that said it's. ” As I slide deep into her womanhood, Jerry eased the dildo out of my ass. As I slowly pulled back, he lubed his cock and slid up behind me. He grabbed my hips and slid his cock into my wanting ass. It is an amazing feeling. It took us a few strokes to find the right rhythm but we did and when Jerry grabbed my hips to guide me back onto his cock as I eased out of Jennifer’s hot pussy, I was greeted with that amazing feeling. We fucked like this for what seemed like an eternity but know it.