I now knew it was smita and reflexly squeezed her boob as if by accident.ouch,she cooed softly and ntering the room sidewise asked me if i would lik t... have tea.she was unruffled and smiled seductively at me and left.i went back sat on my chair and looked in to my book.2-3 minutes later she came in and tried to take a cup from the cabinet.it was across me and as she leaned across behind me i could feel her right boob pressed against my head.i felt it deliberate andmoved my hand back and softly. ”“Be careful of what you wish for, Coach.”“Joseph Donald Taylor! If you’ve got a cock that big, I’ll fuck you right here in the front seat of your car, then beg Mary Ellen’s forgiveness when we get back.”“I hope you mean what you say,” I said, loosening my belt and zipper. Then I raised my butt and shoved my pants - underwear - and all down to my knees.“OH HELL YES! You’re about to get fucked - that is if I can get that fucking stick of salami in my pussy.”“It’ll go - Miss Martin - and I want. She was still not on such a 'hair-trigger' as either Fiona or Kirsty, but did climax reasonably quickly and readily.One particular episode had left them all satisfied. He had limped back from the workshops one afternoon and found Eilean scrubbing the floor of the house. There was something about her little elfin form on her hands and knees, her tight ass swishing from side to side in her kilt. He didn't know what came over him but simply dropped to his knees behind her, flipping her kilt up to. My brain screamed ‘NO!’ but my voice said, ‘Fuck me! Cum in me! Breed me!’ He smiled as he stepped forward, aiming that ‘thing’ at the entrance to my womb. I stared into his eyes, mine pleading for mercy, but to no avail. He pressed the pointed tip between my well lubricated, swollen cunt lips, smiled that sweet smile, and pushed forward slowly. I could feel the hard shaft stretching my opening, squeezing inside, filling me up. I thought I was going to die. It hurt so bad it brought tears to my.