I was baking a cake with a woman for her child who died 23 years ago. That explained a lot.We were sitting in her drawing room sipping some wine when ...he got a call from her in-laws. Even after a decade, they still called her up to make sure of accusing her of “Killing their son and their grandchild”. They called her a whore on every opportunity they got. I was so damn frustrated by this that I shouted at her and called them names. The next thing I knew is that I received a tight slap right. Stop by sometimes I’ll show you around,” I offered.“I just might do that,” she said with a smile.I gave her a better look when she walked away. She was five six or so and probably weighed around one fifty. She had hit forty I was pretty sure, but she still wore jeans and tee shirts to work. Her jeans showed off her slightly over sized hips. The tee shirt showed off her soft mature breasts. The only odd thing was her barn red hair. I knew that it was popular with the kids, but I didn’t expect to. I moaned in pleasure as I got an intense climax. Markus slowly withdrew, but then pushed in again, then again and then again. I began to move my hips to meet his thrusts. I wanted he came inside me. He began to pump me with long, slow strokes, groaning with pleasure as he moved deeper into my hot, wet pussy. My hips begin to buck as the speed and rhythm of his thrusts increased. My back arched, pushing his cock into my cervix. He continued slamming his hardness into my relaxed body. I wrapped. He flailed and landed face first on the hallway floor, his books scattering. Everybody saw what happened, but before anybody could do a thing, Megan was yelling at the top of her lungs too.“I am just so sorry! I am such a klutz! Are you all right? I am so so sorry. Do I need to call the school nurse? I promise to be more careful if you’ll just forgive me for being such a klutz!”She went on and on like that, making it impossible for Chuck to do anything except angrily stalk away, to the muted.