”“Oh fuck, that turns me on. You’re fucking me and he’s watching us. How close is he?”I peered over her shoulder. I could see him quite clea...ly now that he had come forward almost into the bedroom. “He’s about five feet away from your backside.”“Oh fuck, I think I’m going to cum.”I quickened my pace just a little bit. Her breathing was becoming irregular. She placed her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I could feel little shudders going through her body. She opened her mouth and started. I got this job to work at the local bank during school hours. I shadowed the bank president. She was a tall slender woman with silver, almost white hair. She kept it in a bun on her head. I figured she was around sixty. Not bad looking for a granny. She dressed all business. Skirts and blazers. She was all authority no bs kind of boss. Several nights we would work late. She gave challenging things to do and I really liked that. She started to like me and she started to let her guard down a. My back arched and my buttocks lifted off the bed as my body tried to take the immense knob.He reared back and rammed himself back down, forcing his huge cock into my tight pussy. I howled in pain and pleasure as the thick rigid cock stabbed into my inflamed flesh, tearing and stretching my pussy, making it larger, making it take in its great size. My legs kicked themselves around him, my calves against his buttocks, pulling him down to me, trying to drive the brutish spike deeper into me.It. At first it was an occasionally brush, but by the third song her hand was perched inches above my knee.I wasn’t sure if her hand placement was intentional or not, but nobody else noticed it and I tingled at the thought she was hitting on me. Midway through the third song she gently cusped my hand for around 10 seconds, before sliding her hand back under the table towards my knee. This time while she began caressing my inner thigh with her hand, I clasped her hand. As her hand movements got.