I slid my fingers up and down her outer lips feeling them yield as she got more aroused. Soon she was panting from all the rubbing. Her clitoris was h...rd and poking out as I washed it. She shuddered as I moved on her clitoris. I moved my fingers down her love channel to the entrance to her womanhood. The lips were all ready spread and waiting. I put two fingers in her and moved them around washing her inside. She grabbed my hand and held it tightly against her as she erupted and gushed cum onto. “Hi there!” I said.“Oh, hi.” She said. So far, I thought to myself, so good.“Are you in theater class?” I asked.“Not now, but I’m supposed to take a course here coming up this semester.” She said.I was trying desperately not to stare at her breasts. She was wearing a flowery blouse that was unbuttoned well down her chest, doing a great job of showing her cleavage. Being a flower c***d, she apparently didn’t believe in bras, because her awesome 34Cs were floating free and clear just behind her. ‘Hi Oscar,’ he replied, looking wistfully at the closed door where Melanie was stripping out of her clothes. ‘Do you want her?’ Oscar asked him. Peter gave Oscar a severe look and he swallowed nervously. Oscar nodded and opened the door. ‘Melanie?’ he called out. ‘Give Peter a blowjob would you?’ ‘Okay,’ she replied. Peter’s eyes went wide and Oscar gestured for him to go into the office. ‘Go on Peter,’ he said. ‘I think you could use a break. I know how hard you work here. In fact, maybe. He had not seen her since her wedding at the Confederacy Country Club or 'CCC' as everyone in the know called it. He remembered feeling her big breasts when she hugged all the men soon after taking her wedding vows, making no effort to remove Ma'Bill's black hands from the front of her pure white wedding gown. He remembered what a wild night that was bedding the lovely young white wife, what was her name? Oh yes, Delores, what a great fuck she was that night.Maggie was sitting with some other.