“Never mind.” She said, frustrated.“Roll over.” I told her.She seemed to perk up when I said and rolled over under me, only to see I was naked...and erect. Her eyes went wide as she stared at my erect cock. She reached out and took it into her hand. She licked her lips as she held it, wanting it, longing for it. As enamored as she was with it, I continued my work, taking the oil and spreading it across her upper body, massaging as I went, then her stomach, and back to her pussy. I then leaned in. Or will she be alone? Maybe she has a hubby, boyfriend, or girlfriend. Might be jumping into nothing.The night has been very long, still 2 hours to go. I have to pee, but don't peek in on Autumn. Not yet. Just walk by and look forward. Damn, there she is. She's going to the bathroom. LOL did she just have the heebie-jeebies? Yep, Mrs. Sadler is already creeping her out. Back to my workstation. Play this right. I'll pee after Autumn is back in the conference room.Thirty minutes remain. Time to. They licked and kissed each other until all of the professor's milky fluid was shared between the two women. Sandy had no words for the excitement she felt while driving home. It was a mixture of emotions that included both intoxicating sex and guilt. Sandy marveled at how Jacques, a man of an advanced age, could perform even better than her much younger husband. She didn't want to admit to herself that having someone taking a video of her having sex was incredibly erotic. She didn't even want. She drew nearer to the group, and was relieved to pick out the familiar shape of Uncle Chester. Chester VanMeter wasn’t really her uncle though he had been around her family for as long as she could remember. Although he was once married – his wife died 20 years ago of cancer – Ana thought of him as a perpetual bachelor. Chester was large, but not fat. He had a round, open face. His hair was silvery grey and thinning, although he was far from bald. Ana didn’t actually know how old Chester was,.