Her long, strawberry-blonde hair tucked past her shoulder, to stay out of the sun’s way. Her lean, curved body was bare down to her pink bikini bott...ms, but angles kept him from seeing anything important. The ends of her matching top hung down over the chair’s sides, from where she lay on top of it.She smirked. Even with her eyes closed, she’d heard him turn. “Made you look, you horny little dork. Now come on. I’m the boss ‘cause I’m older.”“By like ten minutes,” he grumbled.Which put them both. His cock was pushed almost painfully against her tight abs. She flipped her hair to the side and leaned forward and put her big round lips to Dereks. They explored each others mouths with their tongues, and Dereks hands found their way to her waist. His right hand slowly ascended up to left tit and he began to rub it softly. She moaned and she egan to lactate again. She began to undo her blouse and Derek helped. Ms. Matheson took her blouse off completely, and left her big round tits. Sara catches sight of Brett and yells at him, "Brett, don't forget, Kimber's office at eight-thirty." Brett smiles and walks back to meet her. He drapes an arm around her shoulder, "Hey good lookin' thanks for the heads up. Let's go in my office and make out for awhile." Sara shrugs his arm off, "No way wolfman. Susan told me that you would be in my panties before I can take a deep breath." "Aw hell babe, don't listen to her. She just wishes that I would get in hers." Ravena Parker is. Catchums said, “There you are. You’re right on time.”“Thank you for reminding me of my space-time coordinates,” Sean said.“Huh?”“It always amazes me how few people take the time to extend that little courtesy nowadays. It is really refreshing to hear someone remind you that you exist in the here and now,” Sean answered.“Whatever,” Mr. Catchums said.Sean said, “Usually I am hit with a request to change my space-time coordinates.”“What does that mean?” Mr. Catchums asked.Sean answered, “Most.