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“What are you doing?” I asked her. I was getting hard again, and Wilma pushed me on my back and mounted me and said” I am going to get your cherry Bill, but let me know when you are going to come so I can get off you.” I told her I would. She was wearing a short house coat, as she was ready for bed. I told her I did not drive, and did not know when I could get back, but thanked her for all the lessons she had given me. As I lay on my back, Wilma put her pussy lips on the head of my cock and slowly I penetrated a woman for the first time. “Oh fucking shit, it is better than I thought it would be” Wilma mumbled. His truck would be parked in the driveway if he was home. I threw a few cans of potted meat, sardines, and some crackers in my knapsack and told mom I would be home Sunday. Finally, she pushed me away and pulled me up to her and we began to kiss wildly, exchanging our juices. She had always wanted to do that, and that I had done a great job on that.