She felt a trickle working its way downher spine, headed for her shorts.She pushed the door open, stuck her head into thekitchen and called. Ahead of ...er, the stairs down intothe basement beckoned. Again the sound of voices,probably a TV. Damn it, she needed a hand with themower. She crossed to the top of the stairs and movedcautiously down the first three. It sounded as ifsomeone was having sex.She let curiosity draw her down the stairs. The doorat the bottom was open a little and she peeped. Fortunately, we lived in a community and a State that appreciated the benefit of supported education for the residents with “gifted” offspring regardless of the National pressure to “dumb” kids down to supposedly “leave no child behind”.Sometimes, I felt that I was responding to her questions in a way that ignored the simplicity of her thinking and I got far too “deep in the weeds” confusing the issue completely. Unfortunately, that was my personality and it was unlikely I would be changing. ...MORE MORE...YES YES YES. HARDER HARDER HARDER....McPeevie was....bemused.....shocked....and....worried. He'd dominated women all his life, and then in the space of two days, he'd found two women screaming for more...one of them even suggesting a proper relationship. He continued fucking her, getting her to look over her shoulder so he could record her shouting for more. When the juice was coming up the pipe he slapped her arse as hard as he could and ordered her down on her knees, and, with. She reached between her legs and guided my tool into place. As her warm and moist pussy enveloped my cock, I could feel it clamping down on my tool. I could feel my balls tightening. I grabbed Trish’s hips and grunted as I unloaded inside of her. Trish dug her fingers into my legs, shaking and trembling.“Oh my God!” Trish exclaimed as we both climaxed at the same time. She lowered her head as she continued to shake uncontrollably. She fell forward, my cock popping out of her, glistening in the.