Even though they were padded down at the crotch area of the panties, she had emitted enough of her juices that she had saturated her panties and now t...ere was a wet spot showing through. The second thing that I noticed was the dimpled effect of the panty material that covered her pubic mound. For some reason, seeing this and knowing what lies beneath it was a turn on for me. My engorged cock was jerking in anticipation. She moved her knees up and spread her legs wide open for my further. When Joan had her first climax just from breast play, she was overcome with wonder, shaking, crying, thanking me and trying to figure out a way to reciprocate, all at the same time. When I slid Mr. Johnson home for an encore, she came like a house on fire.It was good for my ego right up until it wasn’t.“Terry, I’ve been holding something back from you about my life...” Joan was suddenly very nervous. Whatever she was worried about had to be bad. “Don’t get me wrong, I care for you very deeply,. All of a sudden, he stopped and pulled out. He parted my ass cheeks and spat again. He smiled and said that he wanted my asshole now…I tried to resist, feeling his huge dick was going to hurt my ass; but my Boss grabbed my waist and kept me in all fours, commanding me to be quiet....Then I felt the head of his cock, wet with my cunt juices, probe my asshole. He worked it in slowly at first and then began to pick up speed. He grabbed again a handful of hair. He asked me what was to be his ass. "I'm not your baby!" snarled Jill. "He fucked me. I remember that much, and that means I'm not your baby any more!" If you're not my baby any more, why are you planning on living with me?" Heather shot back."That's different. I mean I can't just ... I don't have anywhere to go. Oooooo I don't know WHAT to do!" moaned Jill."Well, you have two choices," said Heather. "You can go to college, and get a job, or get married, or whatever." Jill frowned at that. "Or, you can stay home with me and have.