It felt like the head was pressing against her diaphragm. Her knees came up to accommodate the organ. Now his lips were mumbling her nipples wetly. A...sharp pang of unspeakable passion flashed from her breasts to the complex of organs between her legs. In desperate ardor she clutched him to her, and her vulva began clenching, and she CAME and then CAME again, and CAME, and she was screaming and shuddering and writhing, and still he kept on while she *CAME,* and it was an eternity before she. “Which hole do I get tonight sexy girl?” I bump back against his crotch and smile over my shoulder as I lower down to the bed. Spreading my cheeks, I show my tight backdoor and hot pink snatch. I run my fingertip between my labia and feel the glistening wetness, which Ethan must be salivating over. “It’s your choice tonight.” I can feel his grin as he unzips his jeans, the denim is chucked onto the chair and I feel his cockhead bounce off my thighs. I wiggle my hips and rock my body back to him. Every day when i came home after school she would open the door and greet me with the warmest smile. She would always wear a blouse and a skirt and sometimes i would glimse at her tight body and wonder what she looked like without clothes.One day i was alone as my mother had gone to the doctors for a checkup on her leg which meant she wouldn't be back anytime soon and because i would be home alone the servant stayed behind. She was downstairs cooking and i was upstares thinking about her.. .." "It's no imposition," she interrupted and started to usher me toward the study off of the kitchen. Half drunk I caved in easily and followed her. Of course she could just as easily have talked me into walking the plank. The sofa in the study had a pull out bed, and she had already prepared it. "Through that door is the bathroom." she said pointing. "If you need anything at all, please help yourself." She kissed me on cheek, said, "Sweet dreams!" and just like that the door closed behind.