To be honest, though, my cock gave a visible twitch. Just the previous weekend Peppi and I had thoroughly used and abused Jill, the head librarian and...the wife of a real life colonel. My cock had slept well for what was left of that night.Jill called me over and instructed me to lock the doors and to "report" to the break room. I almost saluted. Watching her walk back to the stacks where Debbie was working, I couldn't help but admire her ass. I locked up and went to the break room. A few. She rubbed me some more, and I arched up again, once again, she pulled away and called me a nasty old man. Once again, Karen rubbed my cock head on her opening, I just laid still as she lowered onto my cock. It was wonderful, warm and oh so wet. Karen soon had half my cock in her pussy. I arched and stabbed it in the rest of the way. My cock slid in like it was gliding in warm butter. Karen quickly pulled off of me and told me that my cock was to thick and long for her. I knew it wasn't,. ”I said, “Did he tell you why?”Vickie giggled and said, “He just said that you were cleaning up the incriminating evidence from last night. I think he knows.”I replied, “Oh, he knows all right. Your hands, tits, and face left clean spots on the hood. He even knew that you got it from behind.”Vickie said, “I hope my mother doesn’t find out.”I replied, “That is why we are cleaning Dad’s car so well. Then I have to clean the garage out. Want to help me with that too?”She replied, “Sure, why. Gripping her hair tighter, his thrusts were coming faster. Michelle's fingers and toes splayed out, and her eyes rolled back. Besides the cock in her throat, the magnet inside her, and her wiggling clit, the only thing rising to her awareness were the cool slime-trails lengthening into the most sensitive parts of her flushed skin; the back of her knee, into her armpit, along the crease under her buttock, into her navel, a particularly sadistic one had even found its way into the arch of her.