Occationally wrapping my nylons covered legs around him. Loving the feeling of him sliding along the insides of my thighs. Moaning and loving the feel... of him sliding so deeply in and out of me. Moving my hips so his big cock angles into my prostrate with each stroke I feel myself getting closer. my man clit is soft but oozing like crazy. I guide him further back so no each stroke pops out of my man pussy then back in and slides all the way in bouncing over my prostrate with each stroke. Glad. Suddenly she recognized him. He was the same man on his back while she was peeking through the crack. And that was the same cock she wanted to ride. She smiled like a girl who had just got what she wanted. She squatted on his cock and directed his cock into her pussy, with her feet on his sides she started to go up and down on his cock and he held her ass and helped her do it. It felt so good. Her tits were bouncing as she would land on his pelvis. She wanted to get fucked hard so she started. Liked him. She looked up to him. She’d had conversations with him way deeper than just her grade point average or what was on TV the night before. She managed to tease him about things and not get in trouble (mostly cause she kept it out of class). She was one of the best students in his classes, if not book-wise than in terms of involvement. She asked questions, she made connections, and she really discussed things. And that was starting to wear on her. She’d told herself when she was first. Martha shielded her eyes for a moment, but quickly had them wide open and seeing all.“It’s a miracle!” she said, grabbing Althea’s arm.“But it’s the same technology that enabled Michaux to live God knows how long,” Althea said. “You needed to be shown it was possible.”“Okay, it’s possible,” Martha said, rising from her desk. Althea immediately saw I’d taken 20 years off her body. “Clear your schedule. We’re going out.”“I’m already on...” Althea wasn’t able to finish the sentence before Martha.