Luckily she had a scarf in her hand bag to hide the marks on her neck. Her efforts with her hair failed to create a convincing result but within a min...te or two she felt herself presentable and began surreptitiously to make her way out of the storeroom and back to her desk. No one seemed to have noticed that she had been gone and she knew she wouldn't mention it to anyone. Besides, she had quite forgotten about the book on the controlled list, the charming boy and his fascinating red. Tweaking my nipples I felt a shudder go all the way to my needy cunt. Taking my right hand I followed that need and when I parted my smooth lips from my freshly shaven snatch I felt the wetness already present. I quickly inserted one then two fingers into my wanting hole. It was so wet and warm I knew I would have no trouble getting my substitute toys deep inside. Grabbing the hair brush I turned it around and slid it into my wet cunt. The length was just right as I slid the whole handle deep. "I was almost asleep when she reached over her back and found my half-hard cock. She stroked it. Then, she said, "Could we just, once more, I mean to get to sleep? I'd like it in me. Just let me guide you. Feel that hot place? Maybe you could just push..."I inserted to the incredible pleasure world and kept it up. I was bathed in ecstasy from the tip to the base. I pinched her nipple and squeezed her breast as her butt began to exhibit those telltale signs of impending orgasm. She did. Yelling,. You're sixteen; for the third time at least. We are far too mismatched for this to work out. You already know it, and there's nothing we can do to change it."I have to stop being in love with a man so young, I'd get arrested if anyone found out that we were lovers. It doesn't matter that we were married when you were Carl, or that we were long-time lovers when you were President. What matters is that we are thirty-two years apart in age, and if losing Rebecca taught me nothing else, it's that.