I was 17 then and she would be 34. 34 was her lucky number I guess.I used to have lunch there somedays.. And we used to sit on the ground and eat. Aft...r we had done eating she would clean the floor. That was my best time. She would bent down to clean the floor and my eyes would be stuck at her big hanging boobs and her deep cleavage. Till now I haven’t ever seen her wearing a bra. Each time she would bend , my junior would rise up to salute her inner beauty..This used to be my daily schedule... “If you shoot off before that mould is properly set,” Vanessa said, drawing his ball-sac back between his legs so that she could properly access it, “then we’ll have to start all over. And who knows what that’ll involve? I didn’t really think we’d need to take up the paddles again, but …”The tip of her tongue stroked between his balls. Fuck no, not that …“God, Vanessa, no! Please, don’t go there. See? I said the P-word. C’mon—we’re friends, right?”She retracted her tongue and mercifully let him. A long stream of insistent sounding chords that refused to be ignored for the minute and a half they droned on for.But being wedged haphazardly between a light sweater and a pair of polar fleece lined jeans, the sound of the pager was muffled. Even the gentle green luminescence of the watch's tiny screen, desperately flashing "Message Waiting" under the large black LED that read "6:02am" was hidden, leaving the person leaving the message little choice.The painfully annoying ring filtered. I press my hands on the bed an lift my chest up, dangling my breasts in your face, ridning your cock slowly loving aking your full lenght into me then taking you all the way out before pushing down on you again. i look down into your sexy eyes an see you smiling. your hands lightly playing with my tits. you lift yourself up your elbows an my nipples are only an inch from your mouth. i bite my lips as i watch you circle your tongue round my nipple before finally opening your mouth an gently.