In contrast to the almost sloppy way she was dressed, Megan had driven up to the house in a low sports car that Naomi would have guessed cost a small ...ortune. Such were the privileges of the very wealthy, Naomi couldnt help thinking to herself, actually feeling somewhat overdressed in her pleated skirt and business like blouse. Therere four bedrooms in all, Naomi volunteered helpfully, following the girl. And five bathrooms. The bathroom at the end of the hall was right before them, and Megan. He looked down at my growing bulge which grew uncomfortable in my jeans and then back up to my face. I pulled him in by the t-shirt and our wanting lips met in the middle. Tom closed his eyes and parted his lips to allow my hungry tongue entry into his begging mouth. His moist, pink tongue was like velvet as it carressed my tongue and explored the many areas of my mouth.I ran my hands up his stomach and up to his chest, his shirt lifting up as I did so. His hands wrapped around me and squeezed. With a look of resolve she grabbed the sides of her panties and pushed them down and off, raising her legs, one at a time, to step out of them. The hair between her legs was sparse, almost like a little girl even though I knew that she had a 15 year old son.I reached into the drawer of the night stand beside the bed and pulled out the gentle cuffs. They are a soft sort of hand cuffs held together with Velcro around the wrist and a plastic detachable snap in the middle. My wife and I used them. Soft moans escaped her lips as I pushed my finger in and out of her womanhood and she slowly drifted into pure pleasure. Suddenly one of the doors into the office was opened and one of the teachers, and older local woman around 45 years old, poked her head in. I could feel on my girlfriend the heart pounding from the adrenaline shooting out into her body and with one hand she grabbed my hand to stop the motion between her legs. She partly turned her upper body and head talking to the teacher.