Poor Mrs. Hemster had her ass on the edge of the couch, her legs spread as wide as they would go, her dress bunched at her waist, while both hands rub...ed her pussy through her plain white cotton panties.Feeling the frustration, Mrs. Hemster grabbed the panty crotch and ripped it completely apart. With her hairy pussy exposed, she drove two fingers of one hand up her pussy while rubbing her clit with her other hand. John stared between her legs watching her fingers slide in and out. The flap of. As I stood there listening to her I pulled my rock hard cock free of my boxers and stood listening to her cries and moans as I stroked my cock , I could picture her laying there naked on her bed with that big buzzing dildo thrusting deep into her tight young pussy . I was leaking so much pre-cum all over my fingers and onto the carpet as I just leaned against the door frame and listened as she made such sweet noises and moaned . I could here the faint noise of her wet pussy squelching as she. Did he know? How? ‘No, what should I’ve been hiding?’ I replied.He looks kinda worried to me and whispers ‘are you doing drugs’? What?! No! Never ever would I do that. Just relax. Everything is just fine. I just went to the bathroom and my locker. Just leave it alone haha. ‘Alright then’ he replied as we were back to minding our own business. I have no real recollection of what I learned that day in class. All that was going on in my mind was that I was sitting in a room with lots of people. Slowly I pulled back and then began to fuck her with the steady thrusts that I knew she liked. Mentally, I again made a note on how I’d brief Tom. The thought of tutoring my husband on how to fuck Gemma was incredibly arousing.My dick had a little dildo that went back into my pussy and a little pad that rubbed my clit. Thus, I was being physically stimulated to go with my thoughts. I could feel my orgasm building again.I lent forwards and squeezed her breasts, twisting her hard nipples the way.