I then tell myself, “Go for it baby, too late to turn back now. Besides, you my dear need a good ole fashioned fucking!” A knock at the door start...es me. I quickly light the candle in the bedroom, and as I walk through the living room, dim the lights. As I move toward the front door, I can feel, and hear the wet sounds of my pussy.I swallow hard, then peak to see who is at the door, the figure matches the picture in the email. I slowly open it, and utter, “Come in Magic!” My mind is screaming,. " You start nodding. Instinctively, you hit the play button.The first thing your girlfriend says in her high pitch voice is "Hello my little slaves. Ready to jerk off to your-"As your cheeks go red, you hit the pause button. You then look around the restaurant, to see patrons giving you judging looks. After a sigh, you look to Eddie."Maybe you can just text me next time." Well you didn't have to hit play." Whatever dude. Let's just have some pizza."After devouring a pizza for lunch, you head. .seconds? Minutes? To find my face centimetres from the water in the toilet and hearing the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. I scrambled to gets my hands on the toilet seat and as full consciousness returned I understood I was impaled on his giant cock and the slapping was his balls against mine.......I was overjoyed....I had taken it all...I started to push back against him...determined to please him..“Welcome back bitch...they all faint the first time. But I see you have already. Not wanting to say ‘can you touch me again.’ Matt stripped off his sweats after kicking off his flip-flops. It is odd to see a teacher in a Speedo, and even more odd to find yourself wondering what was going on under the Speedo. I’d never seen Matt swim before, thus had never seen him like this before. His body was so appealing to me. He was in great shape - the muscles in his belly and chest nicely defined although he wasn’t as lean as the high school boys, but that softness actually made him.