After that she did family planning and her husband became a drunk guy. When she came to work at our house she was close to 36.As she was very friendly...to me, she would touch me and talk to me in front of my mother. I wouldn’t say anything but it started to kindle my cock. I never made any sexual advances and didn’t have the courage to do so as my mother or sister would be around.My junior college exams were approaching and she was my only distraction during those times. As she would do her. What do you think? Do you want to quit?"I rolled over and sat up in bed. "I've thought about it, too." I reached out and took a sip of the coffee she had brought. "If it means anything, I don't like what I did last night. It wasn't very nice." I didn't elaborate."I would hope not." She held up her hands, stopping my response. "No, no one said anything about what went on. In fact, I was half way expecting their house to file a complaint against you. Instead, well, they sent you a "Thank You". It was all so thrilling and the sensations increased when she teased fingers along my slit. Eventually, she entered and scissored inside of me, provoking an intense reaction I’d never felt before. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come. I guess she sensed I was getting close because she lifted her head, released my legs, and moved up my heaving body until our tits and pussies pressed against each other. Our gentle rhythm, the rocking of our hips, was perfect and the friction on our clits. I let out another soft moan as his finger brushed my clitoral hood and his lips pressed against my rosebud-like nipple. He slowly poked his tongue out and started to softly lick around my areola, one and then the other as his finger slowly rubbed up and down my clit.“You’re so fucking good,” I murmured under my heavy breath.“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered back as he started to suckle on my nipple.His finger stopped stroking and moved slowly down my slit until it reached my vaginal.