If anyone should understand, it's her!She wasn't the academic type and was often in trouble and rebellious at my age. Everyone says I'm the mixed race...d version of her, even at 38 she could pass as my friend (which we hear non stop!). Mum is beautiful, I have to admit it. She has a very sexy and commanding presence. Men have always been weak for her. The only difference is she's olive complexion and I'm caramel. We both have similar figures, very curvy both D cup breast, small waist, round butts. When his finger grazed the edges of my aureole the perv in the passenger seat reached out and put his hand on my bare thigh softly rubbing it driving me crazy.I had four sets of hands touching me in places no one ever should! The decent person in me hated it while the more prominent side of me I tried to suppress enjoyed the touches and how they made me feel. Suddenly when those fingers on my panties rubbed in tiny little circles where my clit was my legs spread open on their own, I no longer. Finally he could no longer hold it in. He began to whimper and sob and the tears started to flow. It made me so hot to see him cry. Before long I'd broken his masculinity and he was shamelessly sobbing and blubbering like a little boy and promising to do whatever I said. Still, I couldn't stop. I hit him again and again -- and it made me come. What a rush! It was great -- having so much power over a man! I loved it! And I knew there was no turning back. Billy was so ashamed of crying and. “Maybe a little penance first?” she stated lifting the vibrator away from her soaking pussy and hooking her finger into his mouth pulling him down between her outstretched thighs...Gazing at the lump called Jimmy on the couch she murmured “God help him if he isn’t there for me when I need it”, she might just have to find out what “what if?’ really meant?She looked at Jimmy’s mop of hair sticking out from beneath the covers, a few more streaks of grey every year now, especially around the.