When she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, I got a glimpse of her heavy duty Spandex sports bra, when her thin tank top shirt came up with her swea...shirt. I wondered again about those huge breasts of hers. I couldn’t imagine a woman of her means and wealth, with sagging breasts. Maybe I was hoping, hell, I didn’t know.We walked, stretched, bent, stretched, and walked some more, before she looked at me and smiled.“I want to see you run in front of me, Ethan. I want to see your sexy butt when. She smiled briefly at the compliment. Putty he thought. Mine for the shaping, the taking and the ravishing! "Although you do look amazing in this low cut revealing shirt" he drawled out in a slightly deeper more confident voice, with the same smile. She blushed and subconsciously let the blouse fall a little lower. "Stand up for me darling let's see how you look before I have you change in to more boring attire." He took her hand and guided her up. "My my, quite a beauty, how have you not. ”“Do it, Eric,” she panted. “Do it and take me with you. Cum inside me and make me cum with you. We need that now. We can still make proper love later.”Encouraged by her words and the prospect of being able to demonstrate his virility later, Eric brushed his fingers over her clit while she was still moving on his lap. Soon, he couldn't hold his orgasm anymore and with a battle cry, he pumped his semen into her hot cave as years of suppressed hormones boiled up in his loins. His vocal outburst. “Hey! A pussy that licks pussy!”Are you trying to be funny now?“Hey! I’m always funny,” Penelope protests.Yeah, about as good at being funny as you are at casting spells.“I’m good at casting spells,” she argues. “I’m a third year...”Yeah, yeah. You’re a third-year witch. You learned basic spell casting the first year. How else did you get to third year if you didn’t know how to cast spells?“Yeah.”Well, I don’t know how you did it. Maybe you blew your teacher or something.“I fucked my teachers.