As always, I was captivated by the sight of her breasts. She ran her hands over them slowly, pinching the nipples until they stood out like little che...ries. ‘Of course.’ ‘Want to fuck me?’ ‘Definitely.’ ‘So why do you still have your clothes on?’ ‘I thought I’d wait until we got upstairs.’ ‘Let’s do it here, first,’ she suggested, shrugging the robe off her shoulders. ‘Here?’ I repeated, pulling off my sweater. ‘Yes. Here. I want you to fuck me over the table. No foreplay – just shove. “OK, now it’s my turn babe - let me sit on your face - I bet you’ve only had little girls before - not a full grown adult lesbian”.Jen’s generous 40-year old butt blocked out the sun, but Grace wanted to satisfy her Mum’s lover, so she took the punishment - sticking out her tongue to penetrate the puckered dark hole. It didn’t taste too bad really, and it seemed to make Jen happy, making her squirm. Alia and Amy came over to watch, offering helpful advice to maximise her sexual discomfort.By. I left the college at noon and made my way to the gym. I ate lunch with the rest of my mates at the refreshment center and watched Jenny eat for two again. There was no doubt that there was a growing baby bump, but it all could have been either wishful thinking or just imagination.Ching Lee and Vicky both asked if I noticed it yesterday. One thing for sure was a shopping trip for Jenny to get some less reveling clothes, or should I say some to disguise the issue for as long as possible, was on. She took the condom off and started to wipe me down. The only problem with this was that I was extremely sensitive, having just cum hard enough to forget my own name.The warm glow of post-coital and post-orgasmic bliss was quickly interrupted by the harsh sensations of a cold wet wipe being dragged across my frenulum. This had the effect of softening me up in no time and getting me to squirm like a naughty child.“Oh, sorry,” she said, as if she had forgotten how sensitive men can be after.