Seeing the confused look in her expression I spoke up. “I thought, you know, you would hold my corduroys as you do with the boys.”Simone almost sm...led before grabbing the back of my corduroy bottoms and yanking upwards on them. She placed her hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward and down.“Lean forward Art. Keeping your head down helps you concentrate on why this is happening.” With my upper body leaning forward and my arms dangling freely I felt the slap of her hand on my butt. 'How do you know my name', I asked him seriously, noting my voice sounded different to me?'I checked after you saw me two weeks ago', he replied, 'I was concerned you would raise the alarm so I checked and watched you', he concluded.'Watched me', I queried?He just shook his head, then spoke, 'You said nothing to no one, so I guessed you were OK about it, a big girl, a bit of OK', and at that he winked at me, and his cock flinched, it made me smile.'You like that', he said looking down on. Help..." she said softly. "He's going to touch my ... pussy!" I am?" he asked, switching to her other nipple."Of course you are," she laughed. "You're molesting me, after all. You have to touch my pussy. It's a rule." I don't always follow the rules," he said, licking her breasts as she tried unsuccessfully to spread her legs."That's because you're old," she moaned, writhing as he tortured her erect nubs. "You probably don't even remember the rules because you're so old and senile." Well looky. I reached up and squeezed his cock from the base up and put my mouth around the tip swallowing what was left of his orgasm. As I let it go I realized he was still rock hard. He moved down the bed, lifted my hips in the air and very slowly, and gently, slid his cock inside of me. Luckily I was still very wet from Peters sucking and fucking and i managed to take the first couple of inches but even then I could feel my vagina being stretched to a size it had never been to. he held my hips up in.