I have all sorts of clips. I’ve even sex chatted over the cam. I just love sex. Maybe it’s the hormones or something… The bus arrives at the cor...ect time, only, no one is on it. That’s when I remember. I smack my forehead. We have some cultural program today. School ends at 10, which is as good as not going at all. Since I’m there, and the driver’s grumpy, I get on the bus anyway. The next stop is the one I’m actually hoping for someone to show up. I’m not too big on friends, but… She gets on.. Slowly each man began his assignment to bring Cassandra as much pleasure as possible for as long as she wanted. Each man began to slowly, tenderly touch and massage her; their hands were so soft yet so very strong. Even though each man was massaging a different area in their own loving way they all seemed to be doing it in unison as if they were of one mind with one goal: Cassandra's pleasure.She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. Both of her feet and legs and both of her hands. It was muted, barely audible. Charlene strained, concentrated on picking it out. It seemed to be coming from downstairs. Quickly, she pulled on her robe and loosely belted it, then went down the steps as rapidly as she could -- considering her delicate ache.The sound was much clearer at the bottom of the steps. It was coming from her mother's room, from the other side of the closed door.Is she in there fucking him right now? No! Even Derek can't be that insatiable!She knew he could be.Charlene. I held on tight as my orgasm once again took control of my body. I started to tremble and shake as a leaf, and I felt him holding me even tighter as he walked out the examination room across the hall to his office. I was still on his cock as he carried me in his office.He sat in his recliner chair as I straddled his lap. Tears swelled up in my eyes as I kissed him passionately. I thought about how I was secretely in love with Travis all these years. Now in the prime of my life, I finally get.