All three of them lay on the scattered red cushions pleasuring each other with fingers tongues, until they were both fully aroused again. The led her ...o the chaise langue, and bent her over the end. Slave number one took his swollen member and parted her pussy lips brushing the tip across her clitoris, she was gasping with pleasure, and begging him to enter her. Suddenly he did and she felt his balls slapping her pussy as he thrust the full shaft in and out of her. She knew it would not tale. It was like I had a great thirst that would never be satisfied. Again and again I wet my hand with my cunt juices and coated my lips and tongue with the special taste. My left hand continued the in and out thrusting of my fingers and the up and down caressing of my clit. My eyes remained riveted shut. I was a million miles away. My orgasm was fast approaching."Mom", is what I heard and it seemed to echo from a great distance.But it was close. Paul had come home early from his date and was. Mr. Sullivan’s desk was directly in front of the white board. Being a little on the short side, I had to bring a chair over, set it behind Mr. Sullivan’s chair, and stand on it in order to clean the entire board. As I stood on the chair, I noticed Mr. Sullivan glancing up at me occasionally. Well, more so at my legs. I always picked the best days to wear dresses. As I was finishing the board, I tried to stretch to the other side to try and clean the last inch or two, but suddenly I lost my. I scoop her off of her feet and placed her gently on the sink slipping the other shoe off. It was then that I noticed she was wearing the fuck my now pantyhose with the pussy exposed. I played with her clit as I sucked her toes. I could feel her soft hand grip my monster and moan louder as if pleased. I sucked both of her feet through those stockings and almost came from the steady hand job she was giving me. Without hesitation I slid half way into her and paused to kiss her foot. She was.