Then the next.And the next one.Two, three more, and she was at the waistband of her woolen skirt. She stopped there, and looked up at me with a hurt ...but quizzical expression, and dropped her hands to her sides. Inside the parted garment, there was a peek of white brassiere, something shiny. Nice.?Pull your blouse open.She pulled the halves apart, exposing her young teen brassiere. The shiny thing was very pretty and girlish. It consisted of two modest triangular satin cups, no lace. The. Mom couldn't stop moving beneath me as I caught my first whiff of her pussy. It was intoxicating.There were no pretenses as I moved my mouth over her beautiful quim and flicked at her clit with my tongue.She screamed and pulled my head into her cunt, squeezing her legs against my head. She came with such intensity, she nearly flooded my mouth with her juices as I continued to gently nibble her clit.Oh shit, oh baaaabbeeeee shit!”I lapped at her juices like I was a man coming out of the desert. She was squeezing me so tightly and quietly moaning in my ear. For twenty minutes we made love. Enjoying, savouring and basking in the joy of each other, until I exploded into her. Jane was squeezing me even harder. I could feel her body against me, could feel the sweat on her skin, could smell the odour of her sex. We stayed like that for ages. I could feel my come seeping from her, oozing out and running down my legs. Jane fell backwards and I slipped from her. She looked at me through half. She was actually the sportswriter, but occasionally helped fill in with other things, especially when the paper was short a junior reporter. She'd never been more than part-time, and mostly concentrated her attention on the school sports, mostly the Spearfish Lake Marlins, but she also provided some limited coverage to the Warsaw Warriors and the Albany River Panthers. She really wasn't a full-fledged reporter, anyway. She'd never attended a day of college, and had only been pressed into.