He didn’t answer for a few seconds. He was desperately trying to regain control of his mind. He worried that if he didn’t hold on a few more secon...s he would say something that would ruin everything. And I mean everything. ‘I’m fine,’ he said slowly. Keep it together, John.’Sorry, I’m just tired and stressed from work.’ He decided he’d regained enough control to look at her, and he turned, trying to smile. There was genuine concern on her face as she watched from the kitchen, a pair of glasses. She pushed it in slowly, allowing her juices to lubricate every inch, and she grimaced as she reached the depths of her vagina. She paused momentarily as she allowed her muscles to retract from the penetration, and then she moved it out again, just as slow as it had gone in. Her eyes rolled back as the stimulation pulsed through her body with every heartbeat, and she laid her head back on the cushion, taking in the sensations as if it were the first time.The sight of this gorgeous, plump, busty. "Listen, can I take these things off?", he said, wanting to get on with screwing."I think not" said Rhonda. "Were going to play some games, dont you remember?" Anything you wish, Mistress" he found himself saying. Although he wasn't quite sure where that Mistress thing came from."Fine, first you need a shave, young lady" Rhonda said in a cold voice. At the same time Toni led Mike over to a chair near a shower. She got out some hair clippers, the kind they use at a barber shop, and began to cut. Sometimes it’s my ex, he was great at head (I taught him everything he knows). But often times, I like teachers. Something about a guy that reads a lot just gets me going. I picture him drinking coffee with scruff and a dress shirt. He’s got a book in his hands and glasses on his nose. He’s hot because he’s intelligent. He’s older than me but not enough that we don’t share experiences. That’s when my hands start to grace over my nipples over my shirt. My fingers just lightly feather over the.