Though she wished at times that she could just shed maybe another ten pounds or so – her stomach had just a touch of paunch, and she had more of a c...urvy bottom than she cared to admit – she looked very much the same as she had twelve years ago, right when she'd started working at Saint Joan's, right after her husband John had passed away.Most of the girls in Helen's class wouldn't have considered their art teacher to be all that attractive, though. After all, she kept her long, curly blonde. Closing her eyes she let her mind wonder and ran her hand down her body to the top of her shaved pussy .She ran her fingers over her pussy lips and began to rub in a circular motion.She ran her fingers round her clit which stood erect and began little sighs of pleasure then pushed one finger inside instinctively arching her body and cried out softly.She reached over and turned on her favourite toy pressing it over her pussy and letting the strong vibrations pulse through her.She pushed the. The cock that I was about to sink down on was not Chuck’s. I had to ask.“Who are you?”He laughed a little and with a deep voice that I’ve never heard before said,“In due time. Now fuck me.”I didn’t need an engraved invitation. I took hold of his cock and swiping it up and down my swollen wet pussy lips, placed it where it should be and in one plunge, took him in me fully. I came hard. I cum easy and often.Once I had that first orgasm out of the way, I settled into a good rhythm of posting on. True to "tradition" we finished cleaning and stepped aboard Dave and Carol's boat. Carol was below and Dave was topside seated against the mast, drink in hand working on his boom vang."Bad luck there Stevie-boy. I told you that jib was looking a bit worn. Head on down and make yourself a drink. Carol has all the makings out."I followed Linda down the ladder. Carol was seated against the starboard bulkhead. Damn she was gorgeous. Tall and trim, she shook her honey blond hair as her face flowered.