Our eyes met and I bent down to give a kiss. (I mean, why not? Take the chance.) Her eyes were wide open and she did not respond. She got off immediat...ly and I started apologizing saying I was drunk and shit. She said, “This couch isn’t comfortable, let’s go to my bedroom”.I fucking lost it. The girl of my dream, whom I have always wanted on the bed was asking me to make love to her.I carried her to the room and heard the moaning sounds of Rashika and her boyfriend. We both smiled at each other. Actually, it didn’t take as long as Mrs Lowe thought for the girls to recover as inside a minute they were both standing although still rubbing their bottoms, but were quite lucid.“That really hurt, Miss,” Emma said, but she was no longer sobbing. Wendy had also recovered. She was the first to apologise, saying, “Sorry for lying, Miss.”“Me too, Miss,” Emma said.“Apologies accepted, girls,” Mrs Lowe said with a touch of a maternal smile.Emma asked the question that was on her mind. “So, is. My breast pushed forwards as I brace my hands on your knees, bucking wildly on your cock. I gasp as your hands reach for my breasts; they bounce wildly each time I pound you into me. Your hands lightly pull on my breast letting my movement pull and tug the tender hard nipples. I hear your moans and grunts as my pussy is squeezing your cock so tight now, pulling you into me and not wanting to release. The room is filled with the sounds of pleasure, the smell of sex around us, the need and. ”“No, you’re in great shape,” I said.“You’re a smooth talker, Stevie,” she responded. “Got a nice voice. Where’d you get that from? Education, I mean.”I told her about my upbringing, my middle-class family and the good school I went to on a scholarship, not because my parents paid. And a year at university before I dropped out because I felt I could do without it.“Everybody’s got a degree these days,” I said in conclusion. “It doesn’t mean much anymore.”“Not where I come from, they haven’t,”.