The sight of Amy bent over at the waist greeted him as she rummaged around under the counter for a strainer. Her ass was towards him and her dress was...flipped up in the back. He just stopped and stared at the perfect globes of her ass separated by the thin strip of her thong. His brain flashed back to Jill bent over like that and he suppressed the urge to take her right there. His dick did not resist the urge and was instantly, painfully hard. After what seemed like an age, she straightened up. She began to move her hips faster and grind harder. Eventually she shone as fresh sweat appeared on her toned body. She finally began to breathe hard – eventually she began to sound like she did when she was working out, giving out little moans. Impaled on his member, she finally shuddered, slammed her mound on his through three hard strokes and gave out a small squeal, before leaning forward with her left hand on his chest.Through the sexual congress, Seth Rashid’s breathing had grown. As the washing machine began to tremble faster, so was Jamie as he dry-humped her, breathing hard into her ear. He put one hand on her little breast under her shirt.“Jamie,” she whispered as she snaked an arm around his head to pull him closer.He put the other hand on her navel, into the leggings, and crawled his fingers lower and lower until…“Jamie!” she cried out, jumping.He raised his hands innocently. She turned her body to face him, hitting his chests with her little fists.“You horny. .. and sometimes now I don't want to! Are you going to send me away now? You should ... I'm just too crazy and I can't be trusted anymore." I'm not making that decision yet but unless you're very, very sincere with your apologies, Amy might make that decision for us. Especially since she told me that you didn't attend your last scheduled counseling session with Mary Grant while I was gone." I couldn't go. Trixie didn't want me to go and she's gaining too much control over me again. She's only.