I saw how a pussy looks like in real, though I’ve seen in porno and how a girl trembles when she has an orgasm and the only pin that was hurting me ...hat why did not I fuck her and I mean she was ready for it but I didn’t have the courage. So I was determined this time. I had to fuck her in any possible situation and in all the possible positions.Next day at school and we changed our bench from the first bench to the last bench. It was far away from the teacher’s point of view and also it. She was getting buzzed for sure. She draped her long legs over my lap and snuggled close. I had my arm around her and my hand was dangerously close to grazing one of her cute little tits.She had one more drink and I could tell she was flying high when another song came on and she pulled me to the floor. This time she would alternately press against me and whisper naughty things in my ear and turn around and grind her ass against my rapidly hardening cock. She reached down and rubbed me through. Catherine, her name as I'd found out, held up her tea pot as a signal for more tea and although my shift was over, the waitress on duty was in the kitchen so I went over and got the pot and refilled it. She commented on the downpour and I mentioned I was just going to wait too, so she invited me to join her, so getting my cup I returned and we sat and chatted.Catherine I guessed to be around 40, she was a plump woman, with what I would call an 'Ample' or 'Rubenesque' build, I say that as her. I liked them though I didn't always understand what they were saying. I needed four or five shirts done a week though, and pants and sometimes a jacket or coat, so I got to know them pretty well.Well enough that I thought I could voice a small complaint and not offend them. "Good afternoon, Rose," I said. The woman's name meant 'Rose' in English and that was what she had chosen to be called.I put the clothes down on the counter and Rose quickly counted them "One, two, t'ree, fo', shirt. One.