I tried to imagine a scenario where I could get a little closer to her. Perhaps she'd seen me at the door earlier, and called me over to help her with...something I thought.I reached for the shampoo, and squirted it over the head of my now rock hard cock. One hand stroking up and down the length, while the other worked the tip as I imagined following her into her house, not taking my eyes off that sexy ass in those shorts.Leaning back against the shower wall, both hands on my now slippery cock, I. . . Ohhhhhhhhhh, Vic baby! Don’t . . . don’t stop d-d-d-doing what you’re d-d-d-doing! Please! I . . . I beg you! Don’t ever stop what . . . what you’re doing!”Stop? Why would he fucking stop? He needed the teasing bitch as excited as she’s ever been to get what both boys wanted from her. Shit! To get Anthony’s cock inside her teasing cunt and have him fucking his mother, she needed to be off the wall excited. No half way shit, not for this cunt. His mother needed to be in another. Beech beech main wo mee face ar thookti aur meri nose pakadar apni choot ke andar dalti. Mera poora face unki bhari gand ke neeche tha jisse kai baar mujhe saas lene main bhi dikkat ho rahi thi ,par bahoot maza aa rha thaAb aunty khadi ho kar roti banne lagi aur mujse ahne lagi ”tujhe meri nabhi[navel] bahoot achi lagti hai na” ye kah kar unhone bahoot jyada thook apne haat main lagakar use apni nahi pe lagaya ,aur mere face pe thoone ke baad mera face apni nabhi ki taraf kar diya,, main mast. "She took a sip of her wine, then grabbed my hand and in a lighter voicesaid, "Hey, what's this nail colour you're wearing, is it new? It reallysuits you ..."So we spent a very pleasant hour and half just chatting. I tried once ortwice to steer the conversation round to the College and its activities,but she wasn't having any of it. When we parted, we agreed to catch uponce a week, but no more than that, to minimise the chances of beingcaught by someone at the College.When I got back to the.