Many months after such deal, Mark climbed on his car and chose a course that would lead him right into this woman. She had made him so turned that ...e jerked off every day. She was so horny on the chat, like the real slut. To Mark, each mile of progress in the freeway meant one step closer to the woman's hot mouth, hungry for cocks, closing in to her natch. Mark's lust and desire for this woman was growing bigger each time; he had never imagined a woman like this before: too. My hands move lower towards my pussy, my finger finding my slit all hot and wet. I begin to moan staring into his eyes. I find my clit moving my hips against my hands.... my pussy drips on to my fingers and his stomach. Groaning as I cum. Bringing my fingers up to my mouth I start to lick my juice off my fingers... I hear a groan and realized I had forgot about my audience briefly. "Do you want to try some?" I ask sweetly, sticking another finger into my mouth. "Yes", his deep voice was. Oh shit what have i done? I have gone too far and now she hates me and will never speak to me again. You know all the normal stupid stuff. Then i stopped for a moment a smelled breakfast cooking, i threw on some shorts and headed to the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen to see my cousin cooking wearing her tshirt she started last night in. "Hey sleepy head! Breakfast is almost ready". So either shes ignoring the whole thing OR it was no big thing to her, I thought to myself. She walked over. “Are you wearing one of them now?” “Yes,” Ava said, looking at her shoes instead of Mrs. Astor. “Ava, what did I tell you about holding your head up in my office?” Ava snapped her head up at the stern tone. “I’m sorry. I remember.” “Show me your underwear.” “What?” Ariana walked up to Ava and proceeded to take off her sweater. “Show me your underwear,” she ordered. “I don’t think-,” she started, but stopped when Ariana leaned into her. Her lips brushed against Ava’s ear as she.