His mouth landed on hers, slipping her his tongue. Cindy returned the kiss. She ran her hands through his thick hair. He turned around and took her ba...k upstairs.Cindy had a crush on Mr. Richards from the moment she walked into his Social Studies class. His broad shoulders, powerful arms and rugged Italian looks made her melt. So when she found out he needed a babysitter, she offered her services. That was almost a year ago. Cindy babysat for the Richards once or twice a week. In the beginning. She wanted to believe that someone cared about her daughter without a hidden agenda, or that I would help Jennifer without expecting her to pay for it on her back. Her marriage - how it ended - wasn't good to her. I was apparently paying the price, in Sherrie's doubting mind. She held my face and stared deep into my eyes, for the longest time. I held her gaze, and let her search. Not knowing what she wanted me to say, I decided it was best to say nothing.Eventually Sherrie made her decision and. He watched as the water cascaded down her shoulders and ran down her stomach, then her legs. She stuck a finger underneath his chin, drawing it up, and bringing her lips to his again. Pressing her up against the shower wall, he groaned at the way her breasts felt, mashed into his chest. As his lips moved with hers, his hand roamed down over her supple ass cheeks, down to her right leg. He raised it, supporting her weight and drove himself up into her, rubbing his cock in between her very hot,. Clearly this scene needed more direction. “Richard, you’re the KING. If you like her…um…milkfruits…so much, get them out for yourself..” Richard nodded and abruptly tore Tiffany’s blouse with a stage-whispered ‘sorry’ as he did so. I goaded him further. “She’s your fallen enemy’s widow. Those breasts are your spoils of war! Suck on them!” Richard put out his long-fingered hands and palmed the firm young tits, lifting them both slightly as he leaned down and started licking their surface, saving.