Ya no miro a las vecinas, sobo el culo de la Srta. Miller, de la profesora, de “la señorita” de mis fantasías, comienzo a cubrirlo de mi leche, ...sta precioso. ella comienza a convulsionarse, noto como se corre-¡ah! ¡ah! ¡ah! ¡ahhhhhh!, gime mientras se corre la puta, estaba en celo, veo como su coño chorrea, está preciosa, ¡que hembra!, continua a cuatro patas con el pecho apoyado en la mesa, su culo cubierto de mi leche, yo me echo a un lado, me inclino y mientras ella me mira de reojo. I was a little shocked, but again, not surprised to see wider hips and only a patch of hair between my closed legs. I was a woman. I was more startled than anything else. How could this have happened? I thought. Then, being a good manager type, I made a quick mental list of the problems to be solved. The first was to calm the man standing before me. The second was to find out who he was. The third was to find out who I was, now. Lastly, how did this happen and what could be done, if anything,. There was the faint sound of wind from outside, the occasional and familiar low creek and groaning of the house settling, and finally my own rhythmic breathing. I was just about to give up and surrender back to sleep when I heard it. It was only for a moment, at the very edge of my hearing, and then I lost it – breathing at a rhythm different than my own.All of a sudden sleep was the farthest thing from my mind. Fear focused and sped up my thoughts along with my heart rate.The only other people. As she stood there frozen and scared being molested by some stranger, she couldn't help to get this horny feeling and partially enjoying what was being done to her. The hand was really rubbing her vigina now, and she could feel her pussy getting wet and warm, the man's other hand had now moved up and was cupping and squeezing her braless right brest. Samantha just wanted to get out of there, but was also enjoying the molestation, she was really confused about theese conflicting emotions, but.