When Steve looked up once again after turning another page to lust over the almost naked bodies nearby he found Judy sitting on the Chaise Lounge next...to his. A quick introduction and chatting briefly with Steve, she is invited for a spaghetti dinner, her favorite.After dinner Judy clued Steve in on her life story, explaining her father had been molesting her for just about as long as she could remember. Fondling her started, at perhaps, around age three. Then fingering began when she was five. I felt his dick shaking a bit, so I had a clear sign that I already had him itching to cum. Although, just like with his hand job, I couldn't be sure how long he'd last. His hands stayed on my thighs for the most part, but of course, he had to move them up a bit, towards my boobs.Although he didn't let them get to those bundles of joy, he just held me tight and fucked me, as the lover he saw me as. With my bosoms still out in the open, he got to see them move back and forth with every. ’ ‘Oh baby, I want you to be in charge,’ she moaned, leaning back. Having dated a couple of submissive women in the past, I could read the signs, and I decided to take control, ‘Show me your tits, baby.’ ‘I love a man who knows what he wants,’ she purred, lifting her sweater over her head to reveal a sexy lace black bra that was framing her perfectly voluptuous tits, hidden pretty well by the sweater. ‘You hide those pretty well,’ I commented. ‘I don’t want my students drooling over me,’ she. His cock felt like an iron bar, it wasn't just hard it was solid, there was no play in it at all!"Yes" I gasped, "I'm gonna cum" Incredibly he speeded up, I dug my nails into his heaving buttocks, "Fuck yes" I screamed, "Yes, yes, FUCKING YESSSSSSSSSS"His hands slid under me and lifted me up arching my back, I felt him stiffen, his face screwed up and he roared as he came, I felt every spurt of his semen as it splattered against the walls of my bruised vagina.We lay together on my bed still.