"I made sure to emphasize the plural 'rooms'. This time there was a confirmative noise.I carried on. "If you could pack her things in a couple of boxe... or what not, I could pick them up. I am in the area on Tuesday afternoon. If you don't want any personal contact then just leave them in your garage or porch or some such place where I might find them, as long as they are out of the rain and clearly marked." OK," was all she said."Is there anything else we need to discuss?" I askedShe was silent. It wouldn't bother Margaret in the least, if it were true. To the school board and the local PTA, Margaret came across as a modestly-priced counselor who occasionally helped out boys who were having problems in school. What the school board didn't know was that Margaret helped out most of these boys by letting them fuck her. The only reason she ever worked as a counselor was that it gave a chance to suck and fuck with lads just about Walter's age. Margaret was thirty-six now, and. Clean pussy with pink lips. She is ready for bath. I said I will also come. She said ok. Immediately I removed my dress. My bat is 90 degrees. She touched my bat, she shag my dick like a pro.She is licking my dick slowly, I am in heaven, I used to moan loudly. She is licking my dick like lollipop. I said stop. She stopped. I said sit and I started fingering, with 3 fingers, she release huge load.I licked the cum, super tasty, now we are in 69 position, I am licking like a dog, she is. They were wet with arousal, and I grinned at the silky sensation of your damp pussy. “Then why are you wet?”“I-I-I don’t know,” you cried, your shoulders shaking with the force of your sobs. “Please, it’s not my fault. I didn’t mean to get wet.”Spreading your thighs again, I pushed you further up the bed and hunkered down between your legs. Your sobs grew throaty when I pressed my tongue against your clit. Silence replaced the sobs, leaving me with nothing but the sound of your shaky breathing.