She wanted to do it on me. She came and sat in front of us. She said. ‘Mom, now just watch how I do it. It is an art and makes a man very happy. You...will also enjoy’. She slowly started caressing my limp cock with her hand. Her other hand moved freely across my body, tickling me here and there. It was a real joy. Then she moved her tongue around my balls, making them wet. Her tongue started moving up and down my cock in slow motions. Waiting for a second, she asked my wife, ‘Mom, are you. I could not get enough of her taste, her perfect little ass. The sweet taste of her beautiful, small, tight, plump little ass. I loved to touch it, I loved to have my face buried in it. I began to see her every very chance I had and could barely concentrate on anything else. The next time she was free she agreed to come straight over to my place.A knock on the door made my heart race and pulse quicken. I knew it was Kasey. I knew it was my sweet little, fuckable Kasey. I opened the door and saw. Charles was loudly telling him what ablack cock whore I was. I couldn’t stop moaning as thewet sounds permeated the bookstore. Then, withoutwarning, the old black man jammed his thumb up my ass. Ilet out a little cry, which earned me a hard slap on myass. The manager told Charles to take me to room 17 and thathe’d see to it that we wouldn’t have to pay the machineto watch the loops. But I guess I had to suck themanager off, as payment. The old guy got in front of myface and. The disastrous night before faded away as house work resumed. When the job was done and things were in their right place, lesson plans were next. By the end of the day Josh was exhausted and he let his mind think about Shay. He missed her company and her body.When Shay did not say anything other than hello to him in the hallways he thought she was being her normal self. She did make it clear to him that work conversations would have to stay that way. At the end of the day though, he was alone.