She lay there, giggling on top of Mom. "Happy... So happy..." she kept murmuring.Mom got out from under Lisa, and then helped tuck her into bed. "I kn...ow that feeling," Mom whispered to me. "She will be asleep soon, blissfully exhausted." She looked down at my still stiff penis, and smiled. "Shall we go upstairs and finish?"Mom gave me a quick peck, and then ran from the room. I followed as well as I could, but by the time I got to her room, she was already on the bed, three fingers buried in. Trish tasted a lot better and sweeter than my wife’s pussy does. It was one of those special treats that you want to savor just in case you never get to sample it again. I devoured her to two orgasms before she pleaded for me to slip my cock into her.Trish was incredible beautiful. I was a very lucky man to even have this opportunity. I was going to make the best of it! There had to be a very good reason for Trish to let me fuck her. I treated her like a Goddess to be worshiped and made love to. Not much to her figure, but she looked cute. Tanned girl, 30-26-30 she looked a little too little for her age, the kind of girls I am pulled into. She said hi and told let’s walk for a little and then get into the car. So we had a little walk on the streets and nothing happened. Later it started to get all hazy and cloudy so we decided we should start and get back home soon.We started around 11 in the morning and all the way up to the coffee place nothing happened. We were slow in our talks,. "Alone at last," Helen said softly, as she watched the last of her students exit her classroom. "Finally ... I thought those little tramps would never leave." Folding her arms sternly across her chest, she strode over to her son, stepping up onto the dais in the middle of the classroom. Calmly, she took off her glasses, tucking them into the inside pocket of her tweed jacket, and pulled out the hairpin holding her blonde mane of hair in a tight bun. She shook her head, and her hair spilled down.