She could almost have an orgasm just by getting her tits fondled. The nail of my middle finger scratched along her pussylips and her hips started to g...rate. "Oh yyeeesss," she sighed.I slid my hand inside the panties. Cupped the hairy cunt and squeezed the thick pussylips between my fingers in a sawing motion. I could feel the bump of her clit under the soft skin. She was wet! I hadn't felt her this wet in a long time."Oh... So nice... So nice... Oh yes," she mumbled to herself. She was deep in. He wiped down the counter one more time and then stepped outside.He smelled sweaty and greasy.Some of the other teachers and parents were picking up trash and others were loading the dunking booth into a truck. Jacob spotted Ann Marie across the football field.She waved and then headed over to see him."Thanks for your help today," she said. If she had any inclination to hug him, the cloud of oil that hung over him warded her away."It's my pleasure," Jacob replied.They shared an uncomfortable. In the elevator, Alan was leaning against a side wall with his hands in his pockets and looking at Jennifer, there was mischief written all over him. Jennifer watched him, smiling and half afraid of exactly what was on his mind. ‘Show me yours,’ he said, tongue-in-cheek as he unzipped his trousers and waved a floppy cock at her in a childish manner. Jennifer laughed as her mind raced back to the first time she’d seen Alan’s penis, it was a happy, nostalgic feeling. ‘Alright,’ she said,. It is a wet and humid summer evening and the atmosphere in the Rumpo Room is stifling and oppressive. They are both dripping with sweat and outside of their breathing the only audible noise is the rain beating on the roof. Raising her head risks dislocating her shoulders so she is staring at the floor, her long flowing locks just inches above the bare cement floor. She cannot see what he is up, but can hear him in the back ground, arranging things in the background. Clink of a bottle catching a.