This feather light touching wasn’t doing anything to make it easier for me to remain motionless. My boobs, and especially the nipples, had always be...n very sensitive to a light touch, immediately sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. In order to maintain my facade of remaining asleep, all I could do was to grit my teeth and try my best not to move. Other times he would cup my boobs in his hands, his fingers wrapped around them and his thumbs pressing against my nipples. Like most guys,. Narian. But she doesn' t listen she went around her desk and kiss me long and passionately right on the mouth. Oh My God, I said to myself. I kissed her back. I'm a lesbian I keep thinking to myself. I kissed her again and ran my hand over Ms.Narian tits. Ms. Narian started taking off her shirt and skirt. She had a silk bra and throng on. She keep kissing me, while I took off pants. I rised my arms so she could take off my shirt. Ms. Narian had cute tits, I could tell she really wet because it. Without wasting the time I lifted her up and threw her on the bed and started kissing her nipples and played a lot with her boobs and pussy eating and then I slowly entered her pussy and I didn’t apply any lubricant because I wanted to punish her not telling about viagra. It was rough for her but I made my way into her after some strokes and some screams. I was in full on mode and then I had become so desperate that I lifted her and hugged thus made me lie on lotus position basically she sat on. We were still talking when her husband Matt came home."Hey ladies, what'' up?" Nothing honey, just drinking and making girl talk." Girl talk? What's that, code for talking about sex?" No, the lack of it" I blurted out.Matt made a 'give' motion with his hands and Marge brought him up to date on my sad story."That's a crying shame" he said, "A good looking piece like you going to waste." You watch it Matt" Marge hissed, "Don't you going getting any ideas." Oh I got an idea honey, but not the kind.