He couldn't recall if Mrs. Honeybottom was one of his teachers back home but she looked terribly familiar and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. ...ne thing that he wanted desperately to put his finger on was the tempting gap between her rolling cheeks when she walked or bent over to pick something up. He was fairly smart for his age which was either twenty-four or twenty-five but he wasn't quite sure which one without consulting a calendar to be certain. It didn't really matter because. Sheepishly, I peeked over the edge of the bed. Robert was shaking his head, but he was trying to hold back his laughter to keep from embarrassing me more than I already was. I grinned, and he couldn't hold it in anymore and collapsed in gales of mirth."You," he gasped. He pulled me up onto the bed and into his arms. "You have been pulling things like that since I've known you. I swear Bridget, you will never grow up, no matter how many centuries you are with us." Nope," I admitted, stretching. He takes his cock in his hand and starts rubbing her slit, back and forth, massaging her twitching clit. "Mmmm... that feels sooo nice! You feel so good teasing my pussy like that. Mmmm" she moaned.He placed his cock at her entrance, wrapped his arms around her leg and slammed his cock deep and hard into her, then slowly retracting his cock. "Oh my God! Phil! Yes! Make my pussy feel good!" He slams into her again, and again, hearing his balls slap hard against her soaked labia. Hearing her. Sam walked back into the kitchen and gave him a look that would freeze water in the desert. Lynn shrunk back a little pondering if he over-stepped his welcome. Sam broke into a smile and said, ‘Gotcha back you little pervert. Now bring those ribs here before I smack you, and rub your cute little face where you and I don’t want it to be.’ Lynn laughed as he handed her the platter, and asked if there was anything else she needed done. ‘Get me a beer, please.’ Sam wiggled her behind as she took.