Mike was also embarrassed and he reached up to put his briefcase into the overhead locker just as Michele bent down to put the pillow on Mike's seat.A... a consequence Michele's ample behind pushed back against Mike's groin and his semi-hard cock nestled in the crease of her buttocks. Mike felt the warmth and suppleness of Michele buttocks as he pressed against her pretending to struggle with his briefcase so that he could prolong the sensation of his hardening cock rubbing the crevice of her. He told her he wanted to watch her masturbate and she touched herself for him. The sight of his mother with her legs spread, hand over hand, massaging her pussy would never leave him. While she slowly rubbed and climbed, he had her tell him about all the men she had been with, starting with her first experience as a young woman. She licked her fingers and circled her clit as she described in great detail how she was touched and filled and what she was and was not willing to do for her men. This. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from him but when my mind wanders I start to wonder what will happen next time?, when will the next time be? Have I done anything that I shouldn’t have? Have I cum without him or his. The herb and the oil were giving a golden glow to her white skin. I told her that she is not allowed to dry herself by using any towel from now on. She has to stand on the mat till she dries naturally by dripping. After 30 minutes she was dry, but the golden glow on skin was still there, making her a very beautiful sight. I gave her a robe made of fine strands of jute. It was specially woven by me to be al free flowing like silk, but to be as rough as a jute sack. The roughness would.