He pushed his hands forward through my hands and cupped my boobs and began to massage them. I threw my head back against him and a moan escaped me. Th...n, with his hands, he pushed my legs apart a bit from behind and pushed his cock between my legs and he started fucking my thighs from back. It went on for a few minutes, maybe 15 or 20 minutes, then I could not take it anymore. I just threw the dish in, turned around and told him I want a fuck right now and caught his cock in my hand and took. God, how she loved him! Realizing that any interruption beyond this point would be difficult to deal with, she began to work quickly, sliding as much of him in and out of her mouth as she could while deftly employing her tongue to stimulate him. She felt his hand leaving her head and glanced up to see that he was now supporting himself with both hands on the countertop while pretending to study something there. His face was covered in sweat. She began to work faster, being careful however. We didn’t know why they did, nor did we understand why something ’bad’ felt so wonderful. Neither of us had any answers. Maureen listened as I told her the entire story of Shelly and the bathroom. I told her how Shelly had taught me the bad touchie during naptime. I described how our principal beat me. How our parents reacted much the same as they had with her. She was a bit uncomfortable at first, especially when I told her about my beating. She couldn’t understand why, and I explained. We stand, and I am lead to the walk in shower. Turning on the multiple shower heads, she guides me under one, pressing herself against me. Hooking her fingers in the waist of my skimpy white briefs, she pulls them from my hips. As she goes down on bended knees, her breasts rub along my body. Her nipple touches the head of my erect cock, then moves down the shaft. My briefs are now at my feet, she removes them and rubs her breasts back up my body. Standing once again, she reaches for the bottle.