After rinsing all the suds out of my hair, I reached for the bar of soap. Moving the bar over my breasts, I heard a husky, voice with a South African ...ccent, from behind me in the shower….asking…’Need some help with that?’ A slight smile touched my lips. This was my darling Stephen. I turned my head slightly and looked over my shoulder…’Mmmm, yes.’ I handed him the soap and let my eyelids shut again…letting him lather my back. Yummy , I thought. After he had soaped up my ass, and rinsed it off,. Abigail and Lori got, located their clothes and got dressed. Abigail returned to her home room and the three PhysEd teachers got ready for after school coaching duties. After school, James was there to pick up Abigail and bring her home. She would have a light snack before her riding practice and eventual sex with Tomaso. She changed into her riding clothes and then went to the kitchen where Lydia had prepared something for her. She spotted Lydia in the cupboard with the door open. Richard was. We both gasp and sigh in delight. We begin to slowly fuck—my hands roam free all over that lush female terrain of flesh. I kiss her titties. I suck on her titties. I bury my face into the cool, pliant softness of her titties. I jiggle and jostle her titties. Then, I grab her ass and guide the action, the pace, of her up and down movements on my cock.Lateshay presses close to me and whispers in my ear, “We don’t have much time baby. Our food will be here any minute. Do you want to cum?”“Oh yes,. Her hands came up my tights, lifting the edge of my shorts and feeling me underneath. Our hands passed over each other, touching my body together. I swung around and let her run her hands between my legs and around my butt. I was so turned on, it was hard to keep going. Her fingers climbed inside my tee shirt, under the halter and found my breasts. She smiled at this as my nipples slid between her fingers. The lyric played, "...is there any more room for me, in those jeans..." and I smiled at.