She claimed she needed to feel my dick in her wet hot cunt.We began to rip off our clothes as fast as possible. As I could get her skin-tight jeans of... from her round hips; she cried she was anxious to having me fucking her right there…I was not surprised finding she was not wearing a thong on her “girl’s night out”… My cock got even harder. I picked up her to carry her to the bedroom. But she wanted there, onto the couch.I dropped her onto the couch and then my sensual wife's legs flew up into. She wished me a good weekend and I wished the same for her.I bet you’re wondering why I was so flush. That was a pretty nice balance for a teenager who’s family isn’t made of money. Well, I had a job right up until a few weeks before graduation. I worked three nights a week doing light janitorial work for a guy who had contracts with a dozen or so businesses around town.I’d clean the bathrooms, vacuum the occasional carpet, and maybe mop a few floors at whatever place he sent me to that night.. Alicewould be here before long and she would expect my cock to be ready forher.I prepared a meal for Alice and myself. Each time I opened a cupboarddoor or bent over to reach something from the refrigerator I was remindedof the extra weight on my chest. Now my bra straps were not just touchingmy back and shoulders, they were supporting my new boobies. Somehow thismade me more aware of my other underwear; my suspender-belt gripping mywaist and tugging at my stocking-tops, my silky knickers. More and more I was aware of how beautiful she was despite her frumpy clothing. For some reason I still don’t understand she wore the baggiest clothing and was the height of nerd. She wore a knit wool hat with tassels and a black baggy sweatshirt with loose jeans. Even up close it was hard to tell how good she really looked, her face being the exception. Being a very bubbly person she was always smiling and had a very good laugh, even when she was down somehow her face was still lit up. She.