For years, I realized, I had been searching for my motherly acceptance and love through relationships with selfish, indifferent and often cruel copies... of her. If I could make one of these women love me I believed, I could finally love myself. I would be complete. Chaaya, through her caring and compassion, taught me what a futile quest I was on and what a real and complete woman truly was. The other women in my life, including my sad mother, had no love to give. Chaaya had it and gave it to me. As my trousers hit the floor and she pulled down my boxers she sucked my cock again, but I wanted my turn and pulling her up and moving her back to the desk as I went down removing her panties so I could see her pussy, as she sat back on the desk and opened her leg’s the full glory of her woman hood was on view, it was one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen as I parted each lip and probbed my finger into her lowering my head to taste the sweetness of her juices as they started to flow.. She positioned herself so that she’d welcome him with ease. She wanted it slow so that she could feel every inch of him as he entered her. She trembled as he continued to move into her further and further. She felt as if he was opening her up and the thickness and warmth was ecstasy. She tightened her legs around him as he continued to thrust in and out of her. She grabbed his ass and could feel him moving into her. He was hungry for her. He wanted to make love to her like he had always. So delightful. Then he pushes her as far as he dares this soon. “Emma, take your outer lips and spread them for me so I can really appreciate your charms.”To his amazement, not hesitating at all, Emma does as instructed. As he zooms in on his view, his penis throbs, wanting to be released. This picture he keeps for his later enjoyment; he does not want Emma to have too much of his attention yet or to let her feel she has any power in this. So instead, he tells her that she is to come to his.