"So, you gawk at her, doncha?" Through clenched teeth and ever-widening legs, I said, "Yesssss." "She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?" "She’s a gorge...ous little slut." I was quickly slipping over the edge. My eyes were closed and the sensation of my wife’s finger probing my rectum sent me into a sensual downward spiral "And, she’s sexy, too, isn’t she!" She mumured, while now positioning herself between my legs. I spread my legs wider knowing what was coming---we’d been down this road before—She now. ’ ‘I aim to please, Ms. Singer.’ After we’d have sex again I would promise not to disturb her for a little bit and let her work. I’d catch up on Law and Order: SVU while I waited. Every other night we would have dinner together. If we were together every night, my parents would become suspicious. I liked having dinner with Jen because it felt like we weren’t a student and a teacher who were lovers and now dating, but just two people who met randomly and fell in love. After dinner I would help. Against her better judgement, Frankie reached down to her clit and started to roll it between her fingers, dipping inside her pussy with her other finger at the same time, this wasn’t right she wasn’t getting wet at all, it was dry as a bone down there, her body finally defying the intruder. ‘Move away bitch I will get you wet, your obviously not any good at it yourself’. Frankie wanted to scream ‘I am normally one of the horniest women ever, it’s you that’s drying me up’ but as the tears. "Wow, I can't believe you're the same person I found this morning."She looked down at her body and rubbed her hands over her flesh, it was clean, smooth and cum free. Tilting her head she watched him gaze at her, he was eating her up with his eyes and her pussy was getting wet just letting him. "I have scrubbed up quite well, haven't I?" What happened to that shy, demure girl I used to know?" he asked suddenly.She took two steps forward and slid her arms around his waist, smiling into his eyes..