Well half hard thrust. Amanda’s eyes rolling into the back of her head told me that she was having an orgasm. I could tell that by only a few obviou... signs. The first was the rolling of her eyes. The second was her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. The third was her trying to embed her nails into my shoulder blades. The fourth arching her back. The fifth was her usual moan telling me she was having a orgasm. And finally my last sign was her pussy trying to grip my dick with everything it. She asked if I would mind if she took off her blouse so that when I "ejaculated", if any "semen" went her way it wouldn't wreck her blouse. Duh! In my best clinical manner, I told her that it would be fine with me. She quickly let go of my cock, grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head and just as quickly, resumed the stroking of my cock. I was now completely head over heels in love with this woman. She was kneeling in front of me, naked from the waist up with a huge set of tits that were. To my ears it sounded like a bottom being smacked. Theprotests fell silent and things behind the door seemed to have calmeddown. It was another quarter of an hour before things began to happen. Eventually, the big door opened and a large tearful child emerged. Thechild hesitated in the doorway as it glanced nervously up and down thecorridor and Janice and I quickly realised why. The child was a boy whowas dressed in the most effeminate, frilly dress I had ever seen. Hiswaist was incredibly. I was on my shorts and my cock was become hard and it was difficult for me to hide from her. We were talking and I could not answer questions because I was more interested in her nipples. I saw that she is also looking at my cock, I got the signal. I asked her if there is any more interesting movie. She could understand what am I looking for, she said let her see. After some time, she brought a sexy movie and we were watching it. She was sitting very close to me, even we were touching each.