But then I feel it trying to enter my virginal tight pussy. I scream as he pushes it in. He covers my mouth. He grunts, “I’m really kinky, what a...bout you?” I found my self-answering his question as he pushed it all he way in and began to pull it out and back in rhythmically. It hurt like hell, squeezing into my tight pussy. I moan, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours.” He smiles, “You shouldn’t have said that, I get carried away.” He sat above me and started to ride me pushing it in harder. She moaned “What now, monkey?”“Ma, this is tight in front let me release the pressure.” Saying so I started pressing and squeezing around her boobs.“Ajay! What are you doing?” her drama grew weak.“Just relax, mom,” I kept on squeezing her boobs like dough.This reminds me of kneading dough. At times, in present, my mom will be kneading the dough for chappati. She will be all sweaty. If I’m lucky, we will be alone. So I go behind and tell her“You are all sweaty, Saro,” putting hands on her. Sharon waited."Go on then," she finally said, a worried look coming into her eyes."Well... um... I... um I've just realised how much you mean to me and I had to tell you. It's not that I've fallen in love with you but I realise that I do love you as a dear, dear friend and that there is no way that you are ever not going to be part of my life whichever way things go with Deborah. So there you are. I love you, Sharon Miller."Sharon gazed at him. Her dark eyes bored into his and she shivered, as. Underneath it, she was wearing a white, strapless, push-up bra, and a tiny white thong. That explained why I hadn’t been able to see any pantylines through the dress. If the thing had been any smaller it would have gotten completely lost inside her. Then she came and sat on my knee, and we kissed again. My cock was so hard by this point that I’m sure it could have broken through a concrete wall. And I know that she could feel it poking against her tight little ass as she squirmed on my lap.I.