She would leave no opportunity to come to my room. Her blouse necks started getting deeper. The accident of her – shirt’s top two buttons left loo...e and open – became more common. And every now and then, whenever she came to my room for something, she will try to explain it on my computer and she will stand close to me, me sitting on my chair, her boobs at the level of my mouth and she spoke and moved, going up and down in front of my eyes, her legs will be rubbing with mine, often she will. She looked so amazing and I don't think my cock was ever so hard. She spread her ass cheeks for me, and I pushed my cock against her waiting hole. She groaned loudly, pushing herself back against me. I started to fuck her butt as best I could. It was the most intense feeling I ever had. My cock was made for that ass. It was not too tight but not loose. It was perfect.I pounded her butt as best I could, making her groan and whimper into my pillow. I could feel her arse clench around my cock. She was sitting in a lounger. He went to her and started to work on her cunt. I knew he didnt have the skills that would get her off. So I was presented with a dilemma. What should I do? Shellie was starting to take off her clothes and was looking at me. She sat on a foot stool. I knew that Roger wouldnt be able to get Sharon off and if I could I could have her ass. But I went to Shellie and got between her legs. As I started to work her clit she had her hands on my head and pulled me in. I. But there was also something else: recognition? Whatever, she was paying attention indeed!"I'm sure a cum-magnet like you is all too familiar with that problem, isn't it?" he added mysteriously, playing into the signals he received. "Yes, even today these are very current issues, hahaha..."Was the vile man just joking around, or did he know more? Or maybe he was just extrapolating the intelligence information they had gathered about her through the years?"Yes, yes... I think we're on to.