..,” but then was lost in the euphoric feeling his large cock was giving her, as he slid it in-and-out of her hot wet pussy.Then, suddenly, Sheri le... out a loud uncontrollable sexual moan, as her legs quivered, and she squirted her love juices on her husband’s boss’s desk as the assistant manager continued to fuck her. Without realizing it, Sheri screamed out, “Oh God! Yes! Give it to me!” as the assistant manager flooded her pussy with cum as he ejaculated.Sheri remained slumped over the desk,. While drinking the water I was looking at Ms. Jane, a woman of British origin who was tall, with long blonde hair and big blue eyes and a smooth soft chin. She has quickly changed into a red miniskirt and a pink-colored top. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light.I couldn't say anything. I was looking at her boobs. Her top was too tight, short, sleeveless arms and she was not wearing a bra, and the top button of her top was open. Her breasts were high and hard and the nipples pressed firmly. I. I dressed in my best blue jeans, bright casual shirt and sandals and there she came, bouncing along with her shortly cropped blonde hair, smiling happily. Wow, she looked awesome. I kept reminding myself, “Careful hey, don’t upset her in any way and control your feelings.” We hugged with a knowing approval of each other and set off on a thirty-minute drive to the foothills of our very private picnic spot on the edge of some beautiful woodlands. Small talk ensued and soon we’d arrived. I. A thought instantly formed in my mind. At least I still seemed to be capable of basic algebra."Then along came your father. The sweetest, most caring man you could think off, but also the most sexually repressed. I loved him so much I put up with my practically non-existent love-life. But I'm thirty-four I still have a few years to catch up." Then I'm not his son," I realized. "You got knocked up at sixteen. If you were stripping in your college days, which means you were at least eighteen, I.