He tapped the shoulder of a young boy standing close by."Who's the lady in the red sweat shirt and jeans over there?"The kid looked and replied."Are y...u talking about Mrs. Spencer?" O-o-o-h-h-h, that's right. Mrs. Spencer" Alan tried to pass it off as if it just hit him."Pretty damned hot to be forty, huh?" The little punk obviously had more than a passing interest."She's gorgeous. She taught me more than ten years ago." She was thirty-eight but Alan wasn't going to bring it up. He just wanted. Since it was free, I knew I could make a fist around it sothat I could at least jerk off like a man. But it was so small that Icouldn't make a proper fist around it. In frustration, I went back tomy finger and thumb. John laughed, "Remember those pills I had youtake this morning? One of my other companies developed them. Theytold me they would act quickly, but I had no idea." I only grunted inresponse as I continued to rub my clitty and fuck my asspussy. Johngrunted as he came inside. The return journey took a little longer, as they were both pretty tired. When they arrived at the car, Bayonetta got some long beach towels out of the trunk and laid them across the seats so their gunked up bodies wouldn’t ruin the leather. It was already dusk as they got back on the road and although she had been ecstatically happy just a while ago, Bayonetta looked like she had some things on her mind as they drove back through the countryside.“Thank you” she said suddenly “For indulging me. The package contains a garter belt and black stockings, something I love on females and something I have long fantasised about dressing in. They do feel very nice on my naked body and are obviously very expensive ones. I am turned on by my appearance as I check in the mirrors with my arse cheeks highlighted by the garter belt and my semi-erection framed by the garter belt.“When you are ready put this on as well and make an entrance for us,” Sandra tells me as she hands a short black silk.