’ ‘That’s a problem?’ ‘It is if you don’t do something about it.’ ‘Work is a harsh mistress.’ ‘Is your dick hard now?’ ‘My er...ction is raging.’ ‘I’m just going to have to help myself.’ ‘How’s that?’ ‘My plastic fantastic lover.’ ‘Oh yeah.’ I closed the door to my office. ‘Between my lips.’ ‘Teasing your lips.’ ‘I’m so wet right now.’ ‘I’m so hard.’ ‘You were hard last night and this is what I was thinking.’ ‘What was what you were thinking?’ ‘Sliding that thing into this thing.’ ‘I love it. I was greeted by the lovely sight of Sara’s spread legs and Alex’s fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. Guess they were both tired of eating. Crawling forward I placed my hands on Alex’s knees, spreading his legs apart and squeezing myself between them. I could finally see the object of my desire.His balls were hanging down between his thighs, moving up and down in time to Sara’s strokes. I could only see the very bottom of his shaft as the table was in the way, but he looked. Due to the problems she had to face after her father's death she had hardly managed to finish high school. Partly because of those bad memories, she was not very interested in continuing her education, though both Lindsay and I patiently tried to convince her otherwise. Her lack of interest in developing herself irritated Lindsay even more than me."But what do you intend to do then?" I asked."I want to be the best possible mother to my future children!" Melissa averred.That was her pain point:. The woman on the roof was nude. Her hair swayed in the breeze, exposing very large, tan breasts. Her pussy was covered by her hand, which banged frantically back and forth across her vulva. She masturbated lustfully on the roof, with one eye pressed against the telescope. My hands found their way down to my erection. I stared at her masturbating so openly out in the open. My fingers wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, where all the veins twist together like the roots of a tree. I.