We just slept like that. In the morning when we got up, mine and her cum was running down her legs. There was a different smile on our faces. And now ...e couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We did have sex all day long, in the kitchen while she was cooking breakfast in only an apron, while we had a shower.We even forgot to use protection, despite condoms being 5 feet away from us in my cupboard. But she did take the ipill later.We both were ready to leave; I was going to drop her to her. Then, after what had seemed like an eternity of torment, Samuel. I leaned forward on the couch, trying to get a closer view of Samuel fucking her. It didn’t help, but it was instinctive.This was the night she went home with Samuel; when my damned phone battery died and I smashed the phone.When the video ended, I sat in the dark several minutes, breathing hard, reliving the sheer agony of that night. It almost made me forget the agony of the present night. Almost. I pushed the goggles off and. To let him know she meant business, Jane shrugged out of her blouse as Henderson approached her. She had been waiting twelve years to dosomething like this - and now that the time had come, she was going toenjoy it.Henderson was amazed at the size of her tits. Jane had always walkedaround the office stooped over, evidently to hide her generously endowed chest. Now, standing straight, her tits jutted to immense proportions and threatened to leap out of her bra."Henderson, I'm forty-seven years. Taking the advice given to him by Mrs. Woodhill to use Sean’s more fanciful work as a launching point for teaching real history, Mr. Kindle opened the cover on Sean’s report. He read the title on the cover sheet aloud, “A Short Report On Napoleon by Sean Connery Michaels (aka Agent Double-o Zero).”“Wasn’t that a great cover page?” Sean asked.Mr. Kindle flipped to the next page and read, “A Short Report On Napoleon.”“I put the title at the top of the page, just like you asked us to do,” Sean.