By the time I’d finished with each load, the next dryer was shutting off. I stashed the first two baskets in my car, and then returned for the final...one.I put the last basket in the back seat and shut the door just in time for the same hotel door to open. I could barely believe my eyes when I saw my senior English teacher Ms. Goldwyn step out of the door.I couldn’t help but stare.She had her strawberry blonde hair down instead of up in a bun – though it looked a little mussed. She was wearing a. Ride, he kept stroking me with his vee’ed hands and at times touching my clit with his thumb pad and at others, pushing his 2 fingers in and out of me till had cum all over his front seat a couple of times, or maybe more. I lost count after three. When we reached home, he asked me to make up something to eat for lunch, “make sure it is light and not too heavy or it will ruin my surprise for us” he said with a naughty and mischievous look. I shrugged and said ‘k’ so just made some sandwiches. Mindy, Tamara's older sister of 18 and only two and a half years older than Tamara herself was at work. Cindy, her mother would also be away until late the next morning.Tamara was pretty cute for a girl of Seventeen. Though she was only around 5'4 at most, she more than made up for her height with her rather nice 36-C breasts, and hour-glass figure.With the car gone, Cindy having taken it with her to work it would leave Tamara stuck at home with her father who at the time was unemployed. Don't. Don't you think that's lucky Peter?" My cock was starting to strain in my pants as her hand rubbed my leg. Did she know what she was doing to me? She must. She was such a tease and a flirt. It suited me fine, as long as she wasn't leading me on. "Peter, can I sit in your lap? Giggle." "Sweetie, you can sit anywhere you want. But you might be sitting on something a little hard here." "I know Peter. I can see it. Maybe I should take it out before I sit on your lap. Would that help? Giggle." "You.