After about an hour of working right along Miss Amore said that it was time for another break. She was all sweaty. She told me to get us a couple of s...odas out of her cooler while she went to the lady’s room.Miss Amore is twenty-three years old and has a four-year degree. She was five feet two inches tall and a hundred pounds. She had blonde hair to the middle of her back. Oh yeah and she wears a 32-B bra. I asked her and she answered.I on the other hand I am seventeen years old and a junior in. I grab her on Stand(where cooking is done) and starting some basic sex exercise like kissing, Pressing boobs etc….. and we decide to going in room for make more deeply relations between us> and she was open my shirt, pent & underwear and when i am going to open her she tells me to wait… and she playing with my cork i feel excitement & tell her for opening her clothes and i open her Saree and press boobs from over the blouse & rub her pussy over Petticoat, Then i open her blouse & peticot and we. He felt so good inside me. As he moved, heat built between us. In a moment of intensity, I moaned, “Leo!” (I am inserting an editorial note here. I didn’t at this point know who it was. I just happen to call for Leo because he is the one I most fantasize about. My husband is used to me calling out random guys names during sex.) The man between my legs paused for a second and then kept going, harder and faster. My calling for Leo seemed to stir something in him, as gas to a lit fire, he burst. Peeled free of all my clothes, I was naked now. A man old enough to be my father was kissing me, inspecting me and feeling me up."You shaved your cock," said Jim, stroking it up and down. "You look like a little boy."He was patting my ass now, lightly spanking me. I felt my cock wave stiffly before me."No," said Jim. "You're more like a girl, like a girl who needs a good fucking."I felt myself swooning in his arms."I need to get you wet now, don't I?"Jim's fingers,covered with a greasy.