#39909 - Not surprisingly, she was bundled up, even though the weather was warm: A woolen yellow shirt, obviously backed up by a bra, was trying (and failing spectacularly) to conceal her large, young breasts, while the silky-smooth legs I had lain between on so many glorious occasions were almost totally hidden behind a plaid, black-and-white ankle-length skirt. It was less than a minute of fucking my baby's mouth when I bayed like a wolf at the moon, shooting my hot, steaming cum down her throat, her gulping of my jizz timed perfectly with each spurt, as she had learned to do so many years before. Shit, I needed a nap! But I couldn't just leave her there, curled up into the fetal position on the floor, her entire body twitching and spasming as she cried her fucking eyes out.