She breathed heavily, over-inflating her already over-sized chest to the straining limits of the corset. “You want to put your hands on my body,” ...he said, running her hands smoothly over her corset. I did. I imagined my hands free and what I would be doing, and she told me what I was thinking. “You want to hold my waist, feel my hips, and explore my breasts.” She ran her hands up and down over her body, feeling herself and squeezing her breasts. I watched her hands, pretending they were mine.. Her eyes were wide as she caught sight of my dick hanging out. “Oh shit!” she blurted as she continued to stare at me. Oh shit, indeed. This one was going to be hard to explain. I couldn’t speak. I just shuffled as quickly as possible to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Had she noticed the jar in my hand? Or her panties in the jar? I hoped not, but there was nothing I could do about that now. I was mentally cursing myself for this little fiasco. What was wrong with me? I needed. I saw everything about you your height 6 ft 2 or 3 weight maybe 210 your eyes hypnotic and clear your shoulder’ s were broad your arms massive hands and fingers long and clean manicured your waist narrow you butt tight and very firm long legs and you walked with a strong stride.Your aftershave smelled manly and fit you.I found myself drawn to that bench everyday at lunch waiting for a look of you always happy that you were there like clockwork 12 o’clock never varied. I did this everyday. I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft as she went into a orgasmic seizure she was moaning and grunting loudly as her body jerked up and down. When she stopped moving I bent over kissing her slowly sliding my cock in and out she was staring deep into my eyes she saw that I was about cum. She then pulled me out of her dropping to her knees stroking my cock fast my knees were about to buckle. When I shot the first rope of creamy white cum across her breast, she keep stroking my cock when the.