"Meet me at the flagpole after school," I said.She looked very happy. I barely made my class on time."Sophia!" I called out and waved. She looked arou...d. I couldn't understand why she couldn't see the flagpole. It was this tall pole with a flag on it.She came over and said, "Oh, there you are. I thought you forgot." It looked like you were leaving," I said."Oh, no. I want to learn. Thank you. I just couldn't find you."I looked up at the flag. I didn't comment."Which way do you live?" I asked.. Fireworks went off in her head, scattering through her whole body. Years of sexual frustration were now forgotten in a storm of ecstasy which overshadowed the lack in her husband’s ability or alacrity to make her happy. Todd’s well-defined cock was again hitting just the right places inside her, and it drove her mad with desire. She ground her clit into his pubes, receiving maximum penetration from his big cock. During particular occasions he was gripping her hips as she gyrated on his dick. He. I resume our kiss as my hands go up under your dress and caress your bare ass. We kiss and you stroke between my legs until you can feel my cock straining against my trousers. Your hand finds my belt and deftly undoes it. Your fingers unbutton and unzip me as you kiss down my neck. Your hand pushes past the waistband of my boxers and takes hold of my shaft. ‘Mmmhmm,’ you moan. You plant kisses down the front of my shirt even as you are pushing it up my chest and pushing my trousers and boxers. But this one day the topic became about me dating. My co-worker Carol got into the questioning one day asking, “So Debra, when are you going to meet a nice guy?” I just responded, “Never, I am one." Tina had her comment and added, “We are working on it.” Again I chimed in with, “No, no we are not working on it.” Then Heather joined in saying, “Really, what are we doing?” To my horror Tina began to explain, “Well Deb sucks a great cock, is very accepting of sex and wears a plug to keep loose.” I.