"Stop," I said. "I can feel you're not wearing a bra under that top and in those tight shorts if you keep it up we'll end up in bed again." After last...night," she said with a little touch of sarcasm. "I had to wear tight shorts in order to hold myself together down there. You just about wore it out. I'll be walking funny for a week." She laughed. "But it sure was worth it."I laughed with her and then said, "Coffee?" I'll get you a cup." She offered and then turning she retrieved a cup from the. We’re lovers, you know. She and I. We’re going to take these girls to their homes, and then we’re going to fuck like bunnies at our place. Yes, we live together, but don’t tell anyone.”“How does no one know that?” I asked, curiously.“Because, officially, I live with Gladys Cavendish. Long story on that one, hon. Just know that you and I are going to fuck and soon, laws be damned!” Ms. Clarke told me, “I’ve had your mother. Sooner or later, I suspect that I’ll get your father and son. But it’s. I couldn’t believe my eyes.“I was taught in school that Americans were no good when it came to math, science, and engineering. The subject was too hard for us to really comprehend. Then I’m sitting there looking at a picture of an American on the moon, put there by NASA. I read about how in less than ten years we went from never having been in space to actually getting to the moon.“I then read a magazine called Popular Mechanics. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Here was a magazine for. She was sitting back in the love seat now, her head thrashing from side to side as he worked her clit. As he tickled it with the tip of his tongue, he inserted a finger into her pussy, pumping it in and out. Then he nestled his hand under her ass, feeling his way closer to her asshole. “Oh God,” she cried. “No, not that.” But she edged her thighs wider apart, and he felt the space open up. No, no, NO!” she cried as his finger got closer and closer, and then, “God, oh my god, fuck, yes, yes,.