I lay on my back while Steffi crawled on top of me. I became hard in a millisecond. Steffi kissed me and, wasting no time, pulled me into her warm w...t cunt. Sitting up she rocked on my cock, driving her hard clit into me forcefully. Maybe it was the circumstances, but we both came quickly and, more importantly, silently. Steffi giggled as she turned around and cleaned my cock with her mouth, sucking up her juices and any residual semen. She straddled my leg, threw her arm over my body and. She’d end up over his lap, but she should play at being forced to it.“Aren’t you ending a sentence with a preposition Mr. Brown?”“On the other hand, you could be in the eighth grade next year.” Okay. That was the way they’d play it. She’d be a ninth-grade girl in a one-room school. Still, it would take a lot of suspension of disbelief to handle Faith’s lovely, full, ass and pretend that it belonged to a ninth-grader.“Oh, no. Please don’t, Mr. Brown. I’m truly sorry. I’ll do anything.” In. ” and she got up finished drying her wet body and began to get dressed, her lustrous curves made me quiver with emotion mixed with joy and lust. Her skin was beautiful, not in the sense of sexuality although she certainly was gifted with that trait. It was as if he skin glowed in the tanness of itself. I went to my dresser and took some clothes out, and dressed we were both finished dressing and she look beautiful with her hair up in a ponytail, her jeans, and white shirt which displayed her. The pot was even sweeter now!We made small talk for a few minutes and as expected, the conversation turned sexual. After a while I told her to go find her husband and to give him a hand job while she talked to me. She went and found him but I couldn't really hear the conversation between the two. She came back on the phone and told me that he was busy (I suspect he wasn't able to get it up). I told her that we would play a little game then. "Your hands are my hands" I told her. And then I.