That was a good thing, because Aunt Margaret had this weird fetish about checking my homework every night. It was like she had spies at the godawful s...chool she sent me to! I tried lying about not having homework, but somehow, by the time I got home each day, she knew, in detail, what my assignments were.To top it off, the bumpkins at that little one-horse school seemed to find my sense of fashion amusing. To them, cowboy boots and jeans were the height of country couture. Suddenly, I went from. I was sure that she had a lover; I know I have several.That evening Myia and I dropped Brandon off at his father's on our way to the club for dinner. We had a few drinks while there and then went home. We had not talked about her fantasy of having sex with me again, except the one time she asked me if I was sure. She had a mysterious smile on her face all evening while we were at the club.I finally asked, “Are you alright? You seem to be in a strange mood this evening.”“Yes,” she stated, “It is. Camille tries to bring herself to an orgasm for another 10 minutes until she begins to sob; this has never happened before. “Fuck I need this, I need it so bad!” She is frustrated. She snaps back to reality, “What time is it? Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She needs to open shop. Her panties are now a mix of saliva, cum, and a little bit of fabric. She puts them on, she feel cold and damp, no time to figure out a solution. She cleans her thighs with tissues and lowers her skirt. She hopes work will. Oh my god, Janelle breathed, Im gonna cum! Baby, Im gonna cum! She squealed slightly, her strawberry blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she writhed against his cock, Fuuuuuck, she moaned as Max pulled out of her. She turned around, breathing heavily before taking Maxs hard cock into her small hand and began to pump furiously. She licked the tip which was glistening with her juices. Yes, Max grunted, yeah, suck that cock, baby. Janelle did as she was told, placing her plump lips on the tip.