Rasping for air, she pulled him on top to have him all at that immaculate moment. Flexing beneath him, she arched her back and gripped him tightly wit... embracing arms.Whispering soft words into his ear, he pressed on remorselessly as her moans fell silent. Tightening in ever diminishing contractions, her soft breath faded against his damp skin. Harry squeezed his length against that place in slow, measured thrusts. She clung to him in fear of losing this exquisite leverage. With quiet. Just when she had gotten up the courage, she was startled by a knock on her window. There was Mr. Franks, her English teacher from school. He had seen Andy's car around school and he was heading home when he saw it on the side of the road and stopped. "Andy?? Is everything okay? " he asked "No, Mr. Franks. My car just died and I don't know what to do." Mr. Franks was a taller guy in his late thirties with brown hair, glasses, and a normal build. He was definitely not the mechanical type of. Her shaved pussy glistened and was almost like a part open flower in anticipation of what she obviously knew was about to happen to her.Bob pulled her down and threw her against the far arm of the couch, grabbing a leg in each hand he held her legs apart and feasted his eyes on my wife's dripping love tunnel. "Well, well, well... who's an eager little slut, your pussy's dripping wet for Bob's big cock isn't it?" Yes Bob, fuck me please fuck me!" As he continued to tease her by rubbing against. Stacy had done her homework on the care and feeding of the man in front of her, and did her best to fill his four food groups, eyes, lips, breasts and heels, the dessert for him was legs and ass. She had spent more time with him over the past two months, than she had with all of her previous ‘boyfriends’ combined. All of them just wanted in her pants and she had never found one that could qualify as her friend, until Scott came along, now all she had to do is get him to take the next step. She.