She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, having just put on a particularly tasty black nightdress which clung to her thighs and barely covere... her modesty. ‘Christ, I’m five years older than him and he has me acting like a lovesick schoolgirl’, she thought. Jenna knew that Theodore was next door in the bedroom and was already starting to get undressed when she had come into the bathroom. He must be through there right now. Naked. She leaned on the edge of the sink, looking down at. He moans in disappointment as she takes both her hands from him, but it is only for a moment as she puts more lube on her one hand. Then holding her three fingers together, she presses back up into him as far as she can.Donald knows it is not anywhere near as deep as he went with the paddle handle on her last night, but the girth is as big now.And then Emma begins this titillating waltz inside him. Choreographed in a complicated combination of steps. One finger, two fingers, three fingers in. Newman always had this thing about opening the door once I was about to leave, but today, he stayed put in his chair. Just as I was reaching for the door knob, I stole a glance over my shoulder. Concealed beneath Mr. Newman’s tight pants was a definite hard-on. I rushed home faster than usual that night, a grin on my face, with my car barely put into park before I jumped out and ran up to my room, throwing my clothes off as I went. As I closed my bedroom door behind me, the only item I had on. When Roscoe joined them under the covers, he rolled over against her already erect and she thought his pecker might be outside his boxers. His hand reached around for her breast and tweaked her nipple, making it erect also. She now knew he was aware of what was going on. “What the hell, I might as well enjoy it too,” she thought as her hand went down to discover that fleshy pole.This time she stroked it like Bobby had taught her. “Ooops! I’ve caused a mess!” she thought when it spurted on her.