She looked so innocent lying there, and I was torn between just covering her up, and having my way with her. I figured she was too young, and that pus...y was too small to do anything with. It was then that I noticed a trickle of cum oozing out of her pussy. Well I be damned, she had been fucked earlier. The more I looked at that sweet, delectable pussy, the hungrier I got, and I remembered the great words of President Bill Clinton, "EATIN AINT CHEATIN", I slowly parted her legs and slowly. "With rice?" Yes please," he answered, relieved, looking down at her hand on his knee and checking discretely to see whether his erection was visible as he fumbled with the tray table."There you go, Sweetie," she said, placing the meal on his table. "Would you like a soft drink? Or you could buy a beer or a glass of wine?" Um ... no," he said. Confident now that nothing looked amiss around his groin, he looked up again to admire her beauty again before she left. "Just water, please." He brushed. "Uhhh...just....keep...fucking...me." she let out.Dirk surprisingly pulled out of her, Mrs. Jensen's head snapping back to look at him.Dirk grabbed the back of her left thigh and lifted her knee to the desk. He then did the same with the other leg so that she was once again kneeling on the desk, only this time with her ass pointed at him.Without missing a beat Mrs. Jensen pushed her knees as far apart as possible so as to lower her hips to the right level for Dirk.Positioning himself behind. He gripped her waist, feeling the rippling muscles, the smooth flesh. She rode up on his thighs, her legs around him, rubbing his cockhead against her open slit, concentrating on the clit. He answered "Nah, I think she'll be careful not to take too much, they don't want to turn you. Why, do you feel weak?" She laughed, and one arm went to the small of his back, pulling him hard into her, his prick between her thighs. Her tits were incredibly firm, and the pressure signaled her strength. "Do I.