I almost panicked thinking about being stuck on this emotional high with no release in sight. I briefly considered going to the front of the store, gr...bbing the remote and cranking the vibe to high till I found the relief I desperately wanted but knew there was too much of a chance that someone would see me grabbing the remote. All though the remote was here in the store with me it was just as untouchable as my keys. I wouldn’t be able to grab that till the store was closed and no one was. Suddenly while finger fucking herself Ms. Baker began slapping her pussy and clit with her right hand. Harder and harder she slapped her pretty pussy while fingering her wetness faster and faster. Her back arched as she orgasmed, her ass lifting off the bed. She was done but I wasn't I tightened my grip on my pecker, stroking it faster and faster until I spurted against the side of the house. Fuck! That was hot. I could only guess that my Ms. Baker would like her fucking a little on the rough. It feels like a nice size, thick like you like them. You grip the shaft, it’s hot. His hips push into your hand. You’re wet, but there’s no way that you can get at your pussy. What’s more important is there’s no way he can either without lots of work. Oh, you want to feel him in you, whether your mouth or pussy. But that’s going to have to wait. But you want to do something, he’s always messing with you on the phone while you’re working, you want to repay the favor. Maybe . . . Your fingers. She was only in her early 40's but with a body to die for. Shoulder length, brunette hair, green eyes, large cock sucking lips, and most of all her sexy 42DD-31-42 body seemed almost unreal as she strutted around the house in her tight pencil skirts and blouses that she wore to work. She was his definition of a MILF, it only made it worse that he could look all he wanted, but never touch.As he got to school, pissed that he missed his first class, and he tried his best not to ogle over the flesh.