She felt them in her belly. She felt them in her thighs. And all of a sudden, for some ungodly reason, she began feeling those “vibrations” in her... pussy. “Oh god,” she said softly. “Are you alright?” he asked, quietly. “Uh, I don’t know,” she said. “I uh think I am.” He reached down and rubbed the side of her body, lightly. She did not stop him. It felt nice. To Theresa, it felt wonderful. He continued rubbing her shoulder and back but she happened to notice his hands were moving around to her. Seemingly with nothing more to say on the subject they both looked down and intently studied their shoes in silence for a few seconds, then he breathed in sharply and got up.“I’ll put the kettle on,” he said, “I don’t know about you, but I find washing dirty linen is thirsty work, and I could do with a brew.”She nodded and turned away with a look of disdain, to pick up a magazine from the small table on the other side of her chair.The sound of a teaspoon clinking in the mugs caused her to look. "A bit brutal for my taste, but I've seen worse in the crowds at an English football match," she said. "Your poor face, I saw them stitch you up on the bench, it must have hurt." Didn't you see me crying like a baby?" I asked.She laughed and started packing up her stuff."So, you're a model of Calvin Klein underwear as well," she stated. "I must admit, you seem to be suited for it with your physique. The girls have been discussing you quite flatteringly from what I've heard." I did it as a. While I pumped away at him, I was wondering if he was going to shoot, and what I was going to do when he did. I could stop and get the napkins out of my purse or I could keep going, and... "Gnnnnnng!" Roger froze and then jerked, and suddenly the debate was over. He shot his cum into my mouth. The first jet caught me by surprise, and I almost gagged on the taste. I pulled my mouth back and off him just in time to catch the second shot on my nose. The third sort of splooted up and plopped back.