This is my 2nd story.Today, I will tell you about my next encounter with my crush at her home.After school was over, she moved to a different city and...started studying in different college. She stayed more than 120 km from my town. But we used to talk to each other over the phone. We used to talk late nights over the phone and used to have phone sex very often.We used to talk dirty over the phone, I used to tell her that I want to press and suck her boobs and fuck her vagina. She also used to. Her pussy was soaking wet, so he knew she was horny. He rubbed harder, up and down her tender pussy lips and lingered over her clit."Mmmmm," she said, and propped her butt up a little higher to give the old goat better access. He gave up all pretence of spreading lotion and started rubbing her clit directly."Oh, you dirty old bastard," she growled through panted breaths.As he continued to stroke her clit, he wiped the lotion off his other hand and slowly inserted first one, then two fingers. One meant to show her how serious this was."Don't stop" I breathed into her mouth as she knelt over me on her twin bed. She responded by moving back down, kissing my neck, then suckling at my breasts with such intensity that I knew that she was as into this as I was. Then she was down between my legs and I felt her part my lower lips with her tongue. Linda traced the contours of my most private parts, paying special attention to my big nubbin. She touched all the right spots and I decided that. “Oh, Margarete... Oh, yes, your tongue is so deep in my pussy. Ooh, you naughty girl. Oh, yes. So naughty and sweety!”I groaned, standing up, my dick throbbing hard before me dripping in Margarete's cream. I moved around her, seizing her hips. She wiggled them, her brown hair spread across Veronica's thighs while her pussy clenched, aching to be filled again.I rammed into Mark's wife's cunt. She moaned into my wife's pussy, clenching down on my dick. She shivered, wiggling her hips, stirring.