..! Hhh...! Hhh...! Hhh...!” she moans in throaty breaths because she orgasms every time she sees my big and innocent eyes which remind her of my bi...rth.When my mother’s head finally falls down on the pillow from exhaustion, I still continue giving little kisses to her warm vagina. Huffing breaths are making her breasts rise and fall. Her eyes are closed and she keeps softly caressing my hair, letting me stay there as long as I want.When I raise my head, my voice is full of adoring admiration as. "Mr Headmaster, Sir?" "What in the...?" As I start to look up from my paperwork, I see the patent leather shoes with the silver buckles, the white knee socks. Your beautiful bare thighs. The shortest, sexiest little plaid skirt. A crisp, white button-down shirt, tied just above your naval. The top two buttons of the shirt are unbuttoned, revealing the white lace bra underneath. Judging from the amount of cleavage, it can barely contain your breasts. Your shiny, silken hair is tied in dog-ears. I’m just a guy. If you want to be with me, it will have to be as an equal, or not at all...” I left her to think about her role, and what she wanted for the future.I was changing out of my go-to-meeting clothes when Glenda rushed in with a message. She spun to a stop, knelt on the dressing stool and presented her backside to me. “Sir, I am very sorry to have displeased you. Please discipline me as you see fit, so that I can learn to be more obedient.” As she spoke in the wonderful English. Her back arched and relaxed over and over, she was shaking so I rolled over on top of her. I begean strokin slowly and shallowly, not tryin to make her loose her oragms but tryin to milk it out til it fades. Her breath was becoming relaxed and gentle, her spasms slowed, and she opened her eye with a smile of joy, I kissed her and she wrapped her arme around my neck. I placed my arms under her shoulder and began to go deeper. My strokes became strong, she followed my rythm, hummin uuhhhhs.