Her hands were on each side of me. I felt something bouncing on my ass cheeks as she adjusted herself.She moved her legs, so they were against mine. S...e had to guide it in. To get better balance, she put her left hand between my protruding shoulder blades. Most of her weight was now on me. Helena had the tip at my entrance. I held my breath. Then pushing it forward, she run into resistance. "Relax" She whispered. It slowly opened me more than before. The fingers were fun, but this almost was. Miss Michelle was there trying to get it to work and instantly I was stunned into a dazed gob-smackedness – Her tight low-cut jumper was a wanker’s dream – and I’m a wanker. What I didn’t know was that, behind the almost-closed blind in the office window next to the copier, an eager audience was awaiting my humiliation!I’m supposed to be fixing the copier but I can only stand there and gawp as the deliciously-lovely Miss Michelle pulls bits of machinery off it, jiggling Her lovely cleavage as. I was mortified. what was she doing to herself? I think i was definately in a state of shock.Shock AND astonishment...she was so beautiful. and she obviuosly wasnt hurting herself... cause she had a coy sexxy smile on her face that i will never forget... like a cougar who just cornered its prey... later i realized she knew exactly what she was doing...and she didnt stop thrusting the black object in and out of her pussy just yet, for it seems she was enjoying it too much to stop. in fact she. I was a volunteer, one of about 40 and only one of 10 or 11 males, and the volunteers rooms and club house had their back to a secluded side of the beach informally knows as Volunteers Beach and more informally as Tittie Beach for most of the volunteer women (mostly European and predominantly Scandinavian) preferred to swim and sunbathe topless. The volunteer community was very sexually active, both with the single members of the community, the soldiers doing their service in the kibbutz, and.