’We washed each other carefully, taking some time to wallow in the hot water to ease our aching muscles. Jason played with my wet hair, humming soft...ly.Disregarding clothes, we dried mostly, towelling our hair and pulling back the covers.‘It feels so good to lie down,’ I moaned, putting my arms around my stomach as Jason settled in beside me.‘Come here,’ he said, turning me on my side so he could knead the small of my back. ‘Do you hurt?’‘A little, but I don’t think it’s the baby’s fault. I’m. So this was our life. We had good money but never time to be together. I became lonely and started to miss sex. I have always wanted to fuck ever sense high school. I liked to feel a cock in my pussy. There was nothing better then to have my husband shoot his cum on my tits. I also liked to suck his cock. I would watch a lot of movies and try new techniques. I would make my husband sit there while I practiced. When he would shoot, I would pull back and jerk him to heaven. In the resent years. As I held onto her hips, fucking her as hard as I could, feeling how exhilarating it was to be in the position of a man, I demanded, "Tell me exactly what you want, my slut." To be fucked like the slutty teacher I am. Pound both my holes until I come like a cheap whore," she answered, as her wicked tongue and heavy breathing told me she was close.I kept fucking her hard, and after a couple more minutes of intense, hard-core pounding, she babbled as her orgasm hit her, "Oh God, fuck, shit, so. " She suggested. "Tell you what, I'll do your nails for you while you recover." She undid my stockings and removed them before leaving the room. I lay back on the lounge, not caring what she did to me if it meant I could feel this good occasionally. When she returned she was carrying a vanity case from which she took a nail file and emery board, then went to work on my toenails. Satisfied with the shape, she held up a bottle of dark red polish. "Do you like this colour?" She asked, "It's.