"Mister Moran, I am told that you have been having sex with a sixty-year-old woman, is that true?" she demanded.Richard managed a weak, "Yes," in repl... but the 'headmistress' promptly corrected him, "You will call me ma'am when you address me." Yes ma'am," he responded with his eyes on the cane that she was still bending."In that case, I will have to give you a sound thrashing, bend over and grip your ankles," she ordered.He had expected to be told to lower his trousers but he bent over as. I had started hearing some sounds from inside. It was a soft moaning sound made by my wife.After sometime, her moaning became louder and louder. That had been going on for almost half an hour. There was a complete silent again. She was not moaning any more. Then we heard, “Pop-pop-pop, Pop-pop-pop” sound coming from the room and follow by “Ooh- ooh-oooooh” sound make by my wife. I heard these habitual sounds at an interval basis. I knew my wife was enjoying sex and being bonked by the sexy-god. They left trails of slime across my upper stomach and along the bottom of my sports bra.They would prod at the fabric boundary, squirming against it, and then pull away, resulting in long strings of slime from it to my body. The slime began to work as my stomach began to absorb it, warming me. greeting me with that soft and sensual tingling.Finally one of the tentacles gained enough purchase and was able to slip beneath the fabric of the sports bra and wormed its way up to my left breast. The. She held onto the sofa as he vigorously thrust into her, her big tits swinging up and down. He lifted her legs and began thrusting down onto her to get inside her deeper, making her groan with pleasure. It was clear that being so naughty was getting to her and I knew from her heavy breathing she wouldn’t be able to hold back for too long. As she got closer Wayne slowed down to allow her to recover a bit. “Don’t slow down, Fuck me harder, don’t stop” she panted breathlessly, thrusting her hips.