Jean frowned at Ron, whilst holding his hand, then she shouted again to Ron, “I told you, I’m in no mood for stupid fucking games, now get up, and... get over there!” Throwing her arm out and pointing towards me. Jean turned and looked over to me, “And you, get rid of those jeans?” I was never going to disobey Jean; I just loved her commanding boldness. I got up and removed my jeans, then sat back down. By this time Ron was up and Jean was walking him over to me by the sofa. As Jean started to. Each stroke of her leather boots, running along my hard prick, I groaned each time with relief written all over my face that she had finally rubbed them on my cock, I could feel my cum building, " slow down, I want to milk you dry " as she lowered her boots my face visibly dropped in anguish.Walking around to her desk she pulled a drawer open, pulling a pair of gloves out she slowly eased them over her svelte like hands, teasing them over her fingers, her hand pushed me forward bending me over. Maine mousi ko kaha tumhara bhi ho gaya lekin mera kya? tab aunty ne kaha aaja prem aab meri chut mai tera pani chod ke meri chut ko shant kar de to maine kaha chalo aunty tume aab may dog style se chodta hu,to usne apni position le aur mere lund picche se apni chut ke hole par rakha aur boli mar to maine ek jordar shot mara mera pura ka pura lund uski chut mai jake bacchedani ko touch kar gaya maine apne hath aage karke uske chuchi ko maslane laga aur tezi se may zhatke marne laga to wo. She stood suddenly and pressed my head against her pussy which surprised me and soon my mouth was at the gate ‘love hole’ of her cunt. I found no pubic hairs and was very nice and smooth. That was my first touch with a pussy, I saw that in closeup and smelt that, a pure femine smell was coming out of love hole and showed me the most exiting joy of life. I didn’t know what to do next, because I was new to this field. She guided me to do what and told me to lick and put my toung into her love.