She is now moaning pretty regularly, and she says, “I want to try something…remember Panties if you feel any pain ok?” I tell her ok… She sits...straight up and then I feel her hands on my thighs and she walks them backwards towards my feet slowly, which is causing her to bend over backwards and pushes my cock up towards her belly button… Oh that really feels nice…wow, she is doing some amazing things and I never even thought of half of this...lol She comes back up to sitting on my again and asks. I noticed she was going to work an extra hour early and asked why? She said she had to cover an optional overtime shift and decided to take it. So with this I threw in a perfect opportunity to offer her a massage. I then told her I knew how stressed she was from working two jobs and feeding her c***dren that she has no actual time for herself. I know this because when going through her drawers I couldn't find a single dildo. All she used were hands if anything. She was wearing her loose fitted. " Injured?" I asked in a dreamy voice. She was up on her elbows, with her heels drawn up about halfway and her knees leaning apart like doors on broken hinges. If you looked up "fuckable" in the dictionary of sex, her picture would have been the perfect illustration. Her breasts were heaving, which was the only indication that she was in some distress."It really hurt when you first went in me," she said softly. "And then it felt so good and I rubbed so hard I was afraid I might have hurt. "I'm not going to fuck you, Jennifer!" Ok-k-kay," she said, kissing his upper lip and then his lower lip."I mean it, Jen!" he said, not yet pushing her away."I s-s-said okay! K-k-kiss me, B-b-bob." No." he said. He began to think about how he was going to get her off him without touching certain parts of her anatomy.Jennifer's hand slid down his chest and across his abdomen like some kind of racing snake. She found his rampant penis as if she'd done so hundreds of times and her fingers gripped.