She pounced on me like a wild jackal on its prey. She took on a strength I'd never seen in her before, pinning me to the couch as she locked her lips ...gainst mine. Her hands roamed all over me as she pressed her body against me. She reached under my shirt to scratch at my chest, reached under me to squeeze at my ass. And in no time she had made her way between my legs, undoing my belt and zipper faster than she'd ever done before. The tip of her finger caressed me through my boxers, grabbing me. Within a couple of minutes the pain was replaced by a burning sensation so I pushed it all the way in and twisted it then pulled it back out almost all the way and then started making little thrusting motions with it, just pushing it in about an inch of so and pulling it out again, faster and faster in and out, in and out. Now it was sliding in easily and I thrust it all the way in again and held it there.Suddenly it touched my prostate sending a tingle all the way through me and a spurt of. It was Anne, and she wanted to know if my mom had a yoga mat. I told her that I didn’t know, and that she should call my mom. My mom apparently told her that she did have one. Mom then called me and told me she wouldn’t be coming home until 9:00 due to a last minute work dinner, and that I should make dinner for myself.Moments later, Anne arrived at my door and I let her in to pick up the mat. That was when I realized that she was wearing a tight tank top that showed off her wonderful tits, and. The problem was I couldn't come up with an alternative that would leave me smelling of roses if the smelly stuff hit the rotary air impeller.As Helen's car approached I squared my shoulders and mentally prepared for the worst, come what may I was committed, or maybe I should have been."Morning," bubbled Natasha as she bounced out of the car. "Are you here to see if we're still dressed in yesterday's uniforms?" The grin pasted across her face made her look more of an imp than usual."I wouldn't.