She pressed her legs together and leaned forward watching her soft red lips form into a delicate little O. Then with a snicker she turned and looked a... her ass. Still covering the soft flesh of her breasts she peeked slyly over her shoulder and thrust her rear out. She was perfect. No, she didn’t feel conceited in saying so, she was perfect. Her round and smoothly shaped ass looked heavenly in her designer jeans. Her hips curved up into a small and tightly tucked waist. She was a perfect. I started slowly at first, but gradually rubbed harder and faster until I felt my juices start to leak from my pussy and drip down towards my ass. I hadn’t noticed him move but suddenly he was kneeling in front of me, gently tugging on my g-string. I raised my ass a little so that he could take it off and reveal my freshly waxed pussy. The juices made it glisten in the fluorescent lights of the train. He buried his face in my vagina and licked me inside and out as I began. "Oh yes, Patrick, that is so sweet. I would appreciate your help. These boxes are heavy," Mrs. Jennings told me after I offered my help.I started to unload and carry the boxes in the trailer and I did not think they were all that heavy but Mrs. Jennings was so small and petite I could see where she would think so. I even carried a few stacked together and she laughed and called me a show-off. The boxes were filled with books, music sheets, and other things she needed for her classroom. "I. I could see the lust in my wife’s eyes. That sexy little blond was doing a number on her. Sarah’s hands where grabbing at my wife’s ass ass struggling to pull her tongue deeper in my wife’s pussy. It was a sight for sure and one that my dick was enjoying. I heard Sarah say “what about your husband” “Fuck my husband don’t stop” was the reply. My wife was usually a reserved woman so to hear her say that made me extremely hot. My wife had freed one of her tits and was massaging it. When I saw a.