He didn’t seem as hard a case as she was either, and the reporter wondered if there was a way she could use that to her advantage.“All right, now ...down to business,” Phyllis said as the last of the kids reached the Police lines. “You got your little notebook?” she said to Lois.In response, Lois held up her small micro-recorder. It had been years since she had used pen and paper. Having a photographic memory, the recorder was only a back up that made the legal department down at the paper. The sounds of grunting and sloshingis highly erotic and sex is everywhere in the air. A loud smack brings my attentionback to Miss Arronson. A red handprint is devolving across her ass. She thensmacks the other side. The second the hand leaves her, as it is stuff betweenher legs. Another ripping sound as the panties come off. She get up on herdesk and takes a sculpture of a dick used in the sex ed class out and startsfucking her self with it. Her hips bounce on the desk as she grunt grown. It was vacation time and out of nowhere, Suman showed up. She didn’t come to me but instead to my parents. She confessed that she was busy these days.And so to make up for the loss, she wanted to take me home. I panicked but didn’t want my parents to suspect me. So I tried my level best to pretend normal. My dad looked at his clock and said, “Suman its 10 AM, I want her home max by 6 PM.” She said she would drop me even way before it. So her plea was approved. And I was dragged by her outside. “Will you be long?”I couldn’t answer, just a grunt, half wishing my orgasm would end, so she wouldn’t come and look for me, but wishing the pleasure as I spunked into her panties to last forever. My cock finally stopped ejaculating my cum into her panties, and my breath slowly returned to normality.I pulled my jeans back up from around my ankles, and fixed my shirt. Slowly opening my bedroom door, I could see her in the TV room. I ducked into the bathroom, slipping the soaking panties into the.