He stroked my nipples with his fingers. Now and then he pinched them. I was not sure whether he was doing it purposely to make me know that he was in ...ontrol or it was all part of the sex act. Soon his mouth replaced his fingers and he started to suck on one of the nipples while still stroking the other one. It was heavenly. He was like a hungry baby suckling on its mother’s breasts. It must have been a long time since he has been with a woman.A warm feeling started to spread through my body.. Her inviting, warm smile was faintly colored with pale lipstick. Her thick, dark hair framed her face and fell almost to her shoulders in soft, casual waves. But what made me momentarily speechless was that she was wearing absolutely nothing beneath her shear, pale aqua, mid-thigh length chiffon peignoir except ultra-sheer light grey stockings and aqua colored, high-heeled satin mules. The peignoir was held closed with a dainty satin ribbon. With her arms held out to greet me she was. Kicking, pushing and struggling followed. Tears welled up in her eyes. It must be really painful. At that moment I only cared about how good it felt and started moving in and out, slowly at first but picked up rhythm. Her crying and kicking slowly subsided and she started moving her hips in tandem with mine, meeting my thrust. This only made the experience all the more heavenly. “Steeeve!!!” My name never sounded better. She started moving her hips faster. Her hands were now on my ass, pulling. "It will take me a little while to put all this together. Do you want to wait here?"I thought about it. If I were here, I could handle anyone who might ask Sandra what she was doing. I had already arranged that no one would miss me in class, so no need for me to be anywhere else. "Yes, I'll wait," I decided."Make yourself comfortable," Sandra said, getting up and going to the filing cabinets. I admired her rear end through the thin fabric of her dress."One more thing," I said, and Sandra looked.