As you come down, you feeling my cock pressing at your pussy. I continue to lower you and your body swallows my cock. I watch as slowly its head penet...rates and disappears and the shaft follows quickly behind. By raising and lowering you, you slide up and down my shaft. I am kissing your neck and back, my hands are at your waist and breasts and I am driving my cock into you over and over. It can’t last for long at this rate and it doesn’t. I explode into you pouring my cum into your pussy.We are. " I relaxed and kept my face friendly, trying to hide my crawling nerves.She nodded hastily and her hair bobbed with the movement."Can you show me... ?" I left the question hanging. Letting her assume what I wanted.She looked over toward a row of videos, "Joey, I'm going to setup one of the booths for a customer. Watch the counter, please." I was surprised by her accent. It wasn't a southern drawl that I had heard so much over the last few days, but completely foreign. Maybe German or possibly. She kept on rubbing though as Kim stood up. Kim took a pen from her handbag and signed the letter giving Deborah a friendly smile afterwards. Deborah sniffed again but managed to say, “Thank you, Kim.” She meant it but just could not stop sniffing back her tears. There was a ring on the doorbell and Deborah looked horrified as Kim went and opened the door. She wanted to cry out not to open the door but couldn’t get the words out. A few moments later a stern looking Samantha came in to the room. Then the questions started, asking me about my personal life. I think you liked how embarrassed I got and tried to just avoid the questions. You started asking them in the general class, and the others would laugh, which was easy to dismiss. But then you started asking questions quietly as you dropped your work on my desk at the end of the class, making sure you were the last person. Looking at me, waiting for an answer with those soft juicy lips only a hands throw away from me. Ohhhhh how I.