As she massaged my groin, it got more and more difficult to suppress the blood rushing to my cock. My tackle isn't massive, but it's plenty big enough...to get the job done - and to be difficult to hide in athletic shorts. I was semi-hard at this point, but she just kept massaging and apparently paid it no mind. By now her ass was very close to my head, and she was bending over at the waist far enough that I could see most of her toned thighs. I couldn't help but stare...After a few more minutes. The substance was indeed what she thought it was: cum. Someone must have been watching her while she masturbated.But students aren’t allowed in this hallway, Samantha thought. And all of the science teachers have left for the day, well except for- She stopped dead in thought. Mr. Jackson, he was supposed to administer my lab test at 3:30 pm, but it’s only- She stopped in mid-thought once again to check the clock in the lab. The clock said that it was 3:34 pm. Oh my God! I must have gotten. I couldn’t help but stare at the site of my gorgeous wife and the anticipation of the hot, wild sex ahead with my hot wife, my private dancer! She continued dancing to the music as though to an audience of onlookers. I could tell just by the way she danced she was now in a world of her own. I can only imagine what was going through her mind. She moved and danced herself real close to me now lying naked on our bed. She proceeded to examine my naked body up and down a few times. She stared. That's it boy open that ass for me you know you what to take all of this dick.Nate pulled out to just the head and then pushed up and deep into me sliding across my prostate and I sprayed the sheets for the second time as my asshole clamped around his big cock. "You really are a cock hungry boy, shooting another load with my cock half way up that hot fuck hole of yours." I was babbling how much I love it and that his cock felt so good and that I wanted him to fuck me forever. Laughing, he.