The jeans she wore however fit snugly against her thighs and bottom. They weren't skin tight, but they definitely gave off the impression of her allur...ng shape. Comfortable tennis shoes completed the neutral ensemble.My gaze drifted back up to the sway of her hips. The compulsion to touch her sharpened. I didn't understand how I could want sex again after the events of the previous day and that morning, but the desire was there. The thought of just touching her started getting me revved up and. When he finally came he covered my face with his cum and it dripped down onto my tits. I was a mess. Little did we know that security had seen me on camera when I was topples in the hall. I heard a knock on the door and a mans voice say he was with security and that he needed to talk to me. I got up still with cum on my face and walked to the door. I looked thru the peep hole and saw a older black guy standing there and I decided to give him a thrill. I opened the door stark naked with cum on. "What kind of light could that be?" she breathed in the darkness. The door wasn't completely closed she noticed. Her breasts felt so heavy! She knew she'd come down to Lee's room because she wished he would talk to her, comfort her, touch her. Of course he was probably asleep. He'd left a light on while reading. There'd be no chance of seeing him because Alice wasn't about to wake him up. She couldn't let herself go that far. It was pretty obvious, her appearing outside his room without. My husband, Robert, was at work, and I was all alone in the house. My stepson, Edward, lived in the hostel since he was ten years old. The last time he came to meet us was at his nineteenth birthday, which was two months earlier. A year earlier, when I married Edward’s dad, I started noticing that Edward had some dirty feeling about me. He never accepted me as his mother, but I guessed he wanted me to be his whore. One month after my marriage, something happened. It was a hot night, and I went.