I felt my heart skip a beat and I thought about all the probability what she would do.Complain it to my mom or blackmail me. She asked me to stop it. ... listened to her like a slave. I put a crying face to convince her. She told me that she noticed my pre-cum on my undies and she was matured enough not to complain to my mom about it. And this conversation took place between us.She- What will your parents do if they get to know about this act of yours?Me-(I started crying) I’ll do anything you. Or hewould memorize it. Anything she wanted. "No, Steven. I don't want to runthe risk of you forgetting my number." Mary pretended to think for amoment before a wicked gleam filled her eyes. "I've got it," she smirkedand then her eyes suddenly went ice cold. "Why don't you go to thebathroom and write my number on your little pee pee. I'm sure it's bigenough by now to get all seven digits on it."Steven immediately went into a blustery but incoherent affirmation of hismanhood. Mary silenced him. “Kissing you last night was definitely a treat and a half. If I didn’t have things to do I’d…” and she left it at that as she smiled into his eyes. “But I’ll be back later on. We can see, of course.” He smiled back at her. She loved having sex with me she said. Wow, the woman loved doing it with me and to me, she said. God Angela… I can’t wait to do it again with you. With that idea in his head he said “And I loved making love to you too Angela,” although he didn’t mean to call it making love. Two fingers moved straight in. Due to the perfect angle, the fingers were able to rub vigorously over her G-spot, causing her to cum again. Her juice poured out of her pussy, flooding Jon’s chest and her thighs. Samantha rolled off and laid back, glowing from the pleasure. Her hand played through Jon’s hair and softly stroked his soft face. “Wow. That was amazing. But you haven’t had anything yet. I’m ready, Jon.” He sat up on one side, allowing his arm to prop him up. His other hand reached.