My Dad thought kids on the bus were troublemakers. He was going through a divorce with his wife. My dad talked to him about it a lot when he came over...to have a couple of beers with my dad. I had an awful crush on him.Mr. Anderson had dark hair with just a sprinkling of silver and hazel eyes. He was 6 foot 1 and in good shape. He was 48 years old. I was 15 and had blonde hair all the way to my ass and a nice tan. Blue eyes and a firm young body with b cup tits. Most guys told me I was hot.I. "Will you cum for me?" she asks in husky whisper that is more of a plea than a question. With that, I feel warm lips embracing my cock and tiny fingers probing between my ass cheeks. My fingers grasp reflexively, pushing deep inside her and the muscles of her vagina respond by rippling in a rhythmic contraction. Hot liquid streams down my fingers, hand and arm. And although her lips are hermetically wrapped around my cock, I hear a profound moan of satisfaction deep from within Manda's. Her knees were tied with rope keeping them about a two feet apart, the rope pasted from one knee, under the table to the other than back to the first, the same way as her ankles, she could neither open or close her legs. Her whole body shook as gurgled squeals tried to push past the panties, the more she wiggled and convulsed the more Roy tickled the soles of her feet.All the time that was happening the fluffy duster continued his gentle stroking up and down her arms, then across her rock hard. She gripped the tie that held her wrists together, and kept trying to grind her hips against his mouth, but his strong hands held her in place. ‘Stay still, Jasmine,’ he ordered. She whined, forcing her hips to stay still against the bed. Her chest heaved with each breath she took. After a moment of silence, she felt him remove his hand from one of her thighs. He continued to make love to her pussy with his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking her clit. She felt a finger press.