.. everything?”“Well, no not completely everything. Almost, but not quite.”“Dude, that was not cool for you to tell him that. No one should kn...w that stuff.”“He probably didn’t believe me anyway. But you’re right, I’m sorry Bro.”“You know, Sarah, maybe you should wait in the living room and let me finish up in here.”“Am I interrupting your jerk-off time?”“Well, if you must know ... kind of. I just need a little privacy.”“I don’t mind if you do it while I’m in here. I’m touching myself a little. At first she thought he was just shy but they wouldn’t make love for months on end and then only after she instigated it. She said he doesn’t know what foreplay is and the actual intercourse is over in minutes. Her sex life has dwindled to nothing now as he’s always star gazing.”“When she was 23 she worked in an office with a married woman in her 40s called Laura. She was pleasant and they got on really well together. Sometimes they’d meet up after work for a drink or they’d go shopping. Well, so far he wasn't asking me to rip my clothes of, maybe I'll just go along a little more. I placed my feet apart wider as my tight skirt rode up higher. I know I was showing him my panties now. God this was turning me on so much, my pussy already hot and wet."Nice...really nice...now turn around Mom"I did as he asked. I looked back at him and saw that he lay down on the carpet taking pictures of my spread open legs and panty covered ass. Oh god, I was letting my son look at my ass. I’d stopped pleading with her long ago, and my cries had become incoherent. Miss Krieger’s stamina was incredible; she continued to lash me with undiminished energy and enthusiasm for what seemed like over an hour. I was a broken, sobbing wreck, and my bottom was ablaze with pain.Finally, Miss Krieger moved to stand in front of me. With my arms pulled down tight, I could scarcely raise my head enough to look into her eyes. She smiled wickedly, and said, “I am going to give you twelve more.