I found my feet and rose, lifting her with me and bending her over that desk, fucking her ass with wild abandon. The feeling in my crotch rose further...and I felt I couldnt stop fucking if I wanted too, and before long it reached a crescendo and I felt a males orgasm wash over me. I twitched and spasmed as I felt my cock shoot inside her. This time, I lost consciousness and slumped back into her chair. There was a moment of panic when I awoke. I wasnt sure if all my glamours had held while I was. She was having none of it though; her body already beginning to twitch violently. Clinging desperately to Bob, she dug her fingers in and hung on for dear life. A car door slammed shut, and Bob became extremely worried. His fear wasn't strong enough to overcome the sensation of Ali's violently jerking crotch sliding against his electrified manhood though.His stiffness began to pulsate---, there was no way of stopping it now! With a little concerted effort, Bob managed to slide his tracksuit. Once again unintentionally my speed increased and I started fucking her with short and fast strokes and within a minute of aggressive fucking I felt as if Radha Bhabhi will die in this fucking pleasure,her grip over my body was getting tighter and tighter and I could not stop myself going faster and faster as now I too wanted to release my pressure. My couple of more inward strokes in the fuckhole of mother of my student made her condition even worse and Radha Bhabhi started to orgasm on very. "You mean touch them?" he squeaked.Flossie smiled. "Of course," she said. "It's the right thing to do. A gentleman must always see that a lady is comfortable." She took his hands and placed them under her breasts. "Just rub away the welts."Curtis dutifully began rubbing around Flossie's breasts."Oh, that is so nice," sighed Flossie.I happened to know that her breasts were exceptionally sensitive to the touch, having spent many a happy moment fondling them myself.And then Curtis really got into.