Tim turned beet red as he walked towards Ms. Wilcox's office. When he entered, Tammy noticed his nervous state and put him at ease."It's OK Timmy, you...re not in trouble," She continued, "I want to know if you'd like to make a little extra money by mowing my lawn tomorrow." "Um, well sure I can," he responded in a somewhat startled, yet happy tone."Well, you be at my house at 8:00 sharp." Tammy responded in a firm tone, adding, "here's my address," then in a sterner tone said, "and don't be. Yes! Oh, Mr. Patterson! Yes, God it feels so good!" I cried as my orgasm ripped through me. "You like that, baby? Plenty more where that came from," he smiled and winked at me, his lips glistening from my juices. He slid on top of me and continued to kiss me. His tongue slid over mine and I could taste the sweetness and saltiness of my own arousal. He stood and pulled his shirt over his head revealing his chiseled abs and shapely pectoral muscles. I could feel myself drooling as I assessed his. Do it.Okay.Good. He walked in the door and heard the hum in the bedroom. He walked through the kitchen into her room. She was kneeling on the bed, face down, ass up. The blue butt plug was in her ass. The big glass one. She was using the brown vibe, the one with the little soft tip that oscillated. She wasn’t moving much while she held it on her clit, but her breathing was already heavy.Did you fuck anybody today? He asked.No. Just myself. This morning when I woke up. Again after breakfast. . She ground into him and clenched her thighs around his hips. Chris moaned as her hips moved back and forth, pinning him and fucking him so terribly slowly.He reached up to grab her breasts, but Amaya intercepted his hands with her own. She folded his hands on his belly and held them there as she continued to ride him. Chris moaned but he didn’t argue. He watched her as she fucked him, and his face was full of adoration.She couldn’t bring herself to return it. Chris was supposed to be her backup.