She can almost feel the little horns poking out of her head. He’s probably in the restroom right now jacking off on them. Her finger traces over her... breast beneath the jacket. They’re probably wrapped around his cock right this minute. She unbuttons the jacket, her fingers dancing over her breast. She feels the nipple beneath the fabric harden. So she pinches it. “What a day,” she says to herself.She arrives shortly at the bake shop. Pulling around to the alley, she parks and gets out of the. It did not take long for me to slip in my middle finger and spread her sphincter. My tongue continued to work her ass and as I rimmed her I was able to work my finger all the way up to the top of my hand. It was tight but it was obvious she enjoyed every second of it. Unknown to me she had never experienced an orgasm and this was bringing her right to the edge. I inserted a second finger. She exploded in orgasmic vibrations. I thought my fingers would break. She was so tight yet I knew she was. Man, I wanted to fuck her more than anything! But you know me, ever Mr.Cool."Hi, Miss", I said in a depressed voice, as if I didn't want to be here."Come on, you can be more energetic than that, can't you?", she replied, and then started one of the best lessons in my life. Not because it was interesting, just because the board was a bit too high, so every time she had to write something on the top third of the board, she stood on tiptoes, showing those legs and one of the roundest asses you. She looks down and smiles. She then reaches out her hand, nails painted bright red to match her lips and toes and strokes my cock outside my pants."I can see that. Let's enjoy our drinks and then go to the party."We did exactly that. I slammed my beer and then spent five minutes watching her with her drink and watching the guys in the bar watch her. Several guys were either readjusting their hard-ons or rubbing their cocks under the table. I didn't blame them, I thought of retreating to the.