I could feel her pulling my closer softly moaning as she could feel my hardness against her hot centre. Gently I thrust against her... pushing my rock...hard man-hood against her.After kissing for what seems like an eternity, I break away from her lips and begin to kiss her cheek, then slowly working my way across her cheek to the front of her neck. Slowly, gently, carefully I start to work my way down her neck and onto the soft skin of her chest. Feeling her chest and her breasts rushing up to. She is trying to make herself orgasm. Her breathing becomes heavier, her mouth hangs open and she moans a little and loses herself in the tenderness of her touch.“Are we able to hear what’s going on in that room?” Demarius asks.Bryan lets a smile creep onto his face as he says, “Of course.” With a flip of a switch, the observation booth fills with the sound of the woman’s panting.One foot falls from the bench to the white tiled floor. She pushes with both of her feet, raising her ass off the. But the worst was yetto come. She had broken up with her fiancé after finding out that hehad been seeing another woman. She went over to his place to surprise him witha bottle of Chateau Margaux, 1994. She was dressed in her high heeled slides,black thigh high stockings, a tight mini skirt and a sexy blouse. The lasttouch was a gorgeous pearl necklace. She literally walked in to his livingroom to find a girl in her early twenties,performing fellatio. This was an insult, indeed. At the age of. Ponte:I did not know what to do. She had caught me and now I’m in deep shit. Why did I always let my dick think for me instead of my brain? Fuck, this is the kind of shit that could get you not admitted to Harvard. If she told the police, hell if she told my mom I’m screwed.Before walking in the door I stuffed her panties that were covered in my cum in my bag and rushed up stairs.“Back so soon?” Mom said as I took the steps two at a time up to my room. I tossed the bag and stuffed her panties.