Charlene had of course entered the bathroom. Bad enough that I was half sitting, laying there on the end of my bed naked. Thank god that I didn't have... an erection! When I heard the all too familiar sound of someone 'tinkling' I sat up. Not that I was offended by that, not at all. Just surprised by it, especially since I hadn't heard that particular sound for years now. In my somewhat tired confusion, I almost expected to see my wife sitting there instead of Charlene, had it been Melinda, I. "Let's go into the bedroom," I whispered."Mmm, ok," she whispered back and together we got up and left Trish reading on the sofa.She wasn't wearing much, jumper, skirt, bra and knickers and then she was naked. She was already wet so I plunged right into her bring and sigh from her lips."Yeah, give to me," she whispered.This was an unexpected pleasure and I was determined to make the most of it. Slowly I thrust into her bringing her higher and higher until she at last froze and with a grunt, she. I knew you needed this." Then, with a lunge, he buried all twelve, thick inches in the woman's body, driving the air from her lungs as she was penetrated beyond anything in her limited experience.Irene's long legs rose to wrap around his hips and, using that leverage, she pulled him even deeper. Her arms enclosed him and, as he began to fuck her, she felt the unmistakable surge of orgasmic heat in her loins."Yuh ... yuh ... yuh..." she panted as her hips rocked beneath him. "Yuh ... yuh ... yuh. Later, in class, I waited for Dominique to arrive. When she finally showed up, she surprised me again by coming directly over to me and sliding into the desk right next to mine. Today she wore a little checkered patterned skirt and striped stockings, ripped all around the knees, or maybe cut to look ripped. Her underwear wasn't showing above the skirt today, but in the same style as the other day, her shirt was unbuttoned allowing me to see her smooth stomach and cute little navel piercing. The.