Her skirt was business short, you know, not too short but enough to turn a lot of heads as she walked by her office workers. Her legs were as nice as ...ny man in his right mind would die get his hands on. Her waist was in perfect proportions to the rest of her body.At this point my mind was reeeling with all kinds of thoughts of what I would love to do with her. I was imagining how soft her thighs would feel under my fingers. Was imagining standing behind her with us both naked what her full. ” A smile crossed my lips as the compliment sank in. The man that helped me do my middle school homework seven years ago thinks I have a cute ass. The hours of practicing writing my name, "Mrs. Summer Moriaty", were rewarded with four simple words, ‘A really cute ass’. “I’m a mess. I really needs a shower.” “I have to admit it. The way my cum reflects in the moon light on your stomach is turning me on. Come here!” “Nope. You had your chance,” I said wrinkling my nose. “I’m going to take a. ‘I think we need to be more thorough, don’t you?’ she said, looking up. He nodded through half-closed eyelids, and she started stroking and squeezing his balls while her tongue went back to work. She traced her lips up and down, slowly, flicking her tongue the whole length until she got to the top. Her tongue then stayed out, tracing a slow circle around the rim of the head of his cock, then over the whole head, then back to the rim. She heard his breathing, shallow but steady, and she knew he. "Good," she says, squatting down and moving over in front of him. "Tell me if any of them start to come out here," she says, tugging at his zipper."Rhonda!" he hisses in a hushed whisper. "What do you think you're doing?" He's nearly freaking out but his cock is already at attention. Rhonda's head is below the windowsill and Tim realizes that while he leans against the railing looking into the house, they can't see her at all."This is better than a cigarette, any day," she smiles up at him as.