As he dropped the coins in the slot, he flickered his gaze at her again, taking in her pleasantly plump frame stuffed into a Pace uniform. He had neve... gotten a good enough look at her to be sure of her age, be he imagined she was probably in her early twenties, like him. His quick looked stopped at her face. It seemed like the world stopped and then slowly advanced, frame by frame, as one emerald covered eyelid closed slowly over a creamy brown eye. ‘Better stop staring and get to your seat,. She pulled me by my hair into her flowing sex and I ate her with relish while pounding on my own cock. As I ate her unfaithful snatch, her wiry black pubic hair scratching my face, she said, "Do you like the taste?" I mumbled yes. She continued, "I heard you outside after. Did you really suck his cock?" I just nodded my assent, blushing at the admission. She cooed, "I wish I could have seen that."Pausing for just a second from my task, I looked up from between her sticky thighs to ask about. Not long after, I shivered with pleasure as I felt the boy enter me.I could tell by the slow, thoughtful thrusts that Jasper was savoring this moment, and I let my thoughts drift to the time I had first witnessed my erection disappear into another man.Soon, he began to increase the tempo, and then, with a soft sigh, the boy ejaculated, and lowered his warm body onto my back.A while later, I was cleaning Jasper with a washcloth and warm water, standing before the tall bathroom mirror, and was. She groaned, drinking the succulent, rich, forbidden honey, feeling her own body ache to be touched and tongued. She knew there were men (and probably more than a few women) who fantasized, even coveted, the flavours and sensations she was enjoying now. Karen Brinks was desired by many, but above everyone's reach. Everyone else's reach. Tonight, the ravishing Mrs. Brinks belonged to no one else, not even her own husband. She belonged to Miranda. Her tongue began flicking over Karen's hooded.