What are you doing?" A feeling of shame came over him and he began to withdraw his fingers. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand down forcing his...fingers back into her moist tunnel. "Oh god John, don't stop... I said you could do anything, anytime... and it feels soo good."John looked down at her, her angelic face, her nose scrunching up as her hips increased their movement, the fine chin, regal neck as her head pressed back into his lap. Her breasts forced outward and John saw the. The smells coming from the kitchen—sweet chopped basil and chives, lasagna baking, toasted garlic bread, fresh-brewed coffee—were as familiar to him as his own home. "Jennifer," he shouted. "Jennifer!" He hurried into the kitchen waving the letter that had just arrived, eager to share his news. "I got the scholarship! I got the Wynbern Scholarship."At the kitchen counter stood Mrs. Lunardi with her back to him, tossing a salad. She hadn't changed out of her work suit. The blue pin-striped. Our families don’t talk much and we just meet up at occasional times. But we both had other things in our mind. We had enjoyed everything other than sex. She was nice chubby and busy girl.Once we decided that we have to end our desire for each other. The day came where there was so function in mothers home in Vellore District so they planned to leave but she refused to go stating some reason. And somehow her mother agreed to leave her home. She texted me that she’ll be alone for 2 days and will. " she trailed off.I just leaned my head down and kissed her head, putting my hand over hers that rested on my lap, giving her a sign of encouragement. Natalie slowly unzipped my pants and reached her hand into the jeans, grasping my cock through my boxers, glancing up every second or so at the driver to make sure he indeed wasn't watching.Very slowly and quietly, she began to jerk me off, her small fingers caressing my now very hard meat. I leaned back more into the faux-leather seat, spreading.