This one was thicker and longer than the others and I gasped as he pushed it firmly home and began to fuck me. I was conscious of his heavy ball sack ...winging up between my legs and slapping against my belly in time to his thrusts and the slight squelching sound as his stiff cock rammed its way in and out of me. A few seconds later and I heard the cock’s owner mutter something about ‘this one’s nice and tight...reckon I’ll bareback her’ and then pull out, only to thrust back in a few seconds. " I said, picking up my pen to start the test, knowing I would do terrible anyway. I guess the fact that I was supposed to be having sex was taking my mind off the fact that I really needed to pass English. I could feel the vibration of my phone through the denim fabric of my shorts, letting me know I received a text. Most likely from Adam. I checked it immediately, momentarily forgetting where I was. So hard thinking about your pretty little pussy. I smirked, sending a wink back and setting. I just replied, "Oh, you know, just another glamorous day in the world of copiers and office supplies."He continued to give my breasts a little more attention as we heard the front door open and my son was home. He gave one more squeeze as he whispered before walking away, "How about tonight, maybe you give me a little squeeze?"I chuckled to myself and said, "Maybe, we'll see."I stood there thinking about the exchange I just had with my husband. Why did I feel so different with him? What is. “Thanks,” she told him, surprising herself by meaning it. It was nice to get compliments from her son.The next few weeks she performed her new routine, she dropped him off at school, always stepping out of the car to give him a big hug. His male friends began to gather there to greet him. She felt like they were there to judge her on what she was wearing, giving her high grades for sleaze. The grins they gave her when she left seemed hungrier each day.Mid-week the first week, they added some.