'Keep doing it' I rasped between gritted teeth, I was being masturbated tenderly and lovenly by a beautiful young teen boy, I felt no shame only desir... and a stong need to orgasm.'Take your shorts off' I ordered the other one, 'Lie on your back and hold your cock upright'. He did as I demanded, I rose and slid down his shaft, humping his cock as only a bitch in heat could.The three beers had dulled my clitoris, I had an immediate vaginal orgasm but the clitoris for me is the more powerful, so. I did the belt and knocked. It was a minute or so before she answered. It's not my day today she said, you don't know anything about computers do you? My husband used it last night and it's frozen now. "I can have a look for you. Where is it?"Follow me". I took off my overalls and boots and followed her.The next bit I wasn't expecting. Rather than lead me to the study room or office she led me upstairs. The computer was in the bedroom ! I didn't say anything, just sat down at the desk and. She locked her legs around my waist and with power driving thrusts, bucked like a bronco in the most explosive orgasm I have ever encountered.Still panting, Clarissa pressed her massive tits together, “fuck my tits Ben. Fuck my tits like you did my pussy”Straddling her big belly, my cock slipped like silk between Clarissa’s cleavage and I started humping away, she pressing her massive boobs around my cock like a huge warm vagina. As if fucking her incredible tits wasn’t good enough, Clarissa. He folded his arms over a developed chest. "So how did you get the calculators out? One at a time or the carton of a dozen all at once?" I didn't take any calculators. I don't do arithmetic at home." Except for counting up the women who want sex with me. That was a growing number, and my only opportunities. Harriett had taken down her shingle."Well, if not you, someone else, but you're a prime suspect." He pointed at me with the box of pens, not his finger. "We'll be keeping an eye on you."I.