John said he just fucked the hell out of you."As I pushed my chair back he chuckled and said, "I want to make sure you are okay."I was touched by his ...concern. I'm sure he had nothing but my best interests at heart. The horny asshole!I pushed my chair away from my desk and turned to face him. He stood in front of me, smiling down and enjoying the view as I pulled my dress up and exposed myself to him.He stood there staring for a moment before he said, "Spread your legs. I want a better. "Mmmmm... This is your most important task, you know? The one you wereborn for. You really should be better at it by now. But that's OK.. Mommyis always happy to guide you."She grabbed his rabbit ears along with thick clumps of his hair and shovedher hips forward. Her fleshy tool dove in deep as phlegm choked sputtersbubbled from the side of Jon's lips. Brenda drove herself down into histhroat slowly, but insistently. Her fat rod was soaked in the heavenly.moist cavern of her son's sucking. Well in real life it is pretty darn close to that except add to it the sound of fingers on a chalkboard and an internal and external blast of hellfire from embarrassment and shame on your facial cheeks. ‘Hi, Mr. Jeter,’ a voice chimed from the front of my garage. I dropped the panties from my face and they slipped down along my body to the floor. They fell at rate about a thousand times too slow for my liking. My hand came off my cock and rested on a box in front of me. u*********sly, I caught. All I could think to say was “I was looking for my car keys,” (a pretty good adlib, considering my state at the time). Kirk’s reply was, “Thanks for torturing me, I haven’t even seen one of those for over four years” (since his divorce). We all laughed, but it was a little uncomfortable, to say the least. At that point I had to slip away to the bathroom myself, not only to take a leak, but to wait for my erection to subside. It took awhile as I couldn’t quit thinking of how horny Karen was, and.