The following week, she started by asking me how my masturbation attempts had been going. I was honest and replied that I had tried three times with n... luck. Katie then asked if I ever thought being watched would help. Of course, I replied yes.To my surprise, she offered me the chance to go for it right there, despite knowing it was totally wrong in a professional sense. She just requested that I never tell anyone, and naturally, I agreed. After confirming it was really OK, I slid my pants and. Sometimes her kisses were deep and passionate, a sure sign of her being horny.I enjoyed them all. But this kiss was the one I loved the most. This was the one where she showed affection. She moved her lips, pressed, and murmured as if my kiss was ambrosia to her. Rachael expressed love and adoration and I felt it in my chest.Then her hand gently gripped my erection and stroked slowly. The kiss ended. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and said, “Number four.” She paused, then added, “Maybe you. "I don't want to take away all your pleasure." She leaned upward, indicating that I should kiss her again. Our lips met, our tongues danced! She rubbed me with her leg. I moved my hand slightly, reveling in the warm softness of her breast when my thumb came in contact with her nipple. It was like an electric current shot up my hand to my shoulder, split off, continuing to both my heads. I had never felt anything so phenomenal! My brain short-circuited and my balls emptied their contents onto my. The last time I’d been there, about a month ago, I’d found a pair right on top. They were white, nylon with a cotton crotch which was absolutely soaked with her pussy cum. It was still warm and slippery. At the time, I couldn’t help myself and moved the panties to my face where I inhaled a huge whiff of her cunt odor. My cock, which had sprung to attention before I’d even gotten to the laundry room, was now oozing precum. I couldn’t help it, I had to take my cock out as I stuck my tongue out.