M."Welcome back to earth, sleepy head," laughed Denise who had already been out to get coffee and croissants.Lynn sat up in the bed, gratefully accept...ng the food and coffee."How long..." I brought you home a little after four." You were there?" Yes," was Denise's quiet answer."Oh God Denise, I'm so ashamed!" Of what? That you're a highly sexually charged woman?" That I let all those people..." What? Satisfy you?" But it went beyond that. We both know that." Perhaps, but you did get what you. Looking down at my hands working them, they looked perfect in my hands, with just the right combination of firmness and softness, like small mounds of perfection protruding from her tiny chest.Again, I started humping, slowly at first, but then soon I was humping her hard, and before long I had my whole seven inches in her. I looked down, and told her to do the same. She smiled, pulling up so that I would come out. "Wow, I didn't realize I was that deep," she said. There was blood on my. When I finished cumming, I wanked there itself. Then I went to the room and shouted,” Swati Mam! Where are you?” She was here in the next 1 minute. I could see her red face and I quickly asked her, “What happened Mam?” But she said nothing and smiled to give a fake look.I left her place. Then I hid in places while going home to wank again and again as I couldn’t resist at all. To my grace, next day she was in her white suit(The tightest one which exposed her nipples and her panty). She was. She spread her knees apart a little more. She softly hissed, "Put your finger in me..." I found her hot opening, now growing wetter, and slowly inserted what came to me naturally--my longest finger. She urged me, quietly, "All the way in, hon. Deep..." Her eyes closed and she gave a low, seething "Sssss" and then "Ahhh." Like that?" Yes, baby."I flexed my finger in her. I never ceased to be amazed at the way the inner Martha Jane could suck on my fingers in her. I asked, "Did that feel good?".