She had returned to bed with both items, plonked said hat on me, assumed a lustful, wolfish countenance, pronounced it the ‘fucking hat’ and had p...roceeded to do precisely that. If I felt initially silly wearing a hat and nothing else, I soon forgot it as Donna gently eased the ‘buzzcock,’ as she called it, into a certain haven and kissed me with her hunger aroused. It was Donna who dictated I should wear the hat and, of course, required the stockings as per usual. Thus adorned we arrived at the. I was her pet, I would stay in her class after school to study. It seemed to make her happy. We became friends and she invited me to her house. I met her husband. I helped her with yard work. After we would finish the work we would sit on the deck with a glass of wine and rest before I would go home. This day we finished working and we sat down. Then all of a sudden, Alice jumped up and asked if I wanted to get in the pool to cool off. I told her that I did not have a swim suit. She said no. But this is not what I want. I want to watch your face as I slowly enter your body. I want to feel the tightness give way as I open you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel your wetness surround my cock. I want to move with you. I want to watch your face as I penetrate the very depths of you. I want to watch the passion rise in you as we move together. Harder. Faster and faster. Deep within you. Building and building until we both come together and the passion is spent. But your hand. " The door bell rank announcing the arrival of our pizza. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar and fetched our supper. I could catch glimpses of Mom in the bathroom mirror from the kitchen as she dried off. Her nipples harden in the cool air and her big round breasts jiggled as she dried her body. My eyes wondered down to the tuff of light hair neatly trimmed into a tight strip just above her glistening bald labia. My eyes roamed back up her body and caught hers. She smiled and then shook her.