"Impulsively, I closed the space between us, bent and kissed her forehead. "A lovely thought. This time, though, be my guest? Let's see what's there."...She grabbed and held my upper arms, gazed up at me, her intensity thrilling. After several moments, she released my arms, but found my hand with hers. "Lead on, then ... Jeff."The refrigerator yielded a large pan of lasagne – enough, indeed, for three, let alone the two of us – wrapped in foil. A post-it stuck to the foil gave re-heating. Cater bent over my desk with her right hand shoved down her pants masturbating herself. I lean over Mrs. Cater’s back and ask, are you about to cum mommy slut? She moans with her eyes closed I stand back up and grab the paddle. I pull back and take a good hard swing down on Mrs. Cater’s ass. She screams so loud and jumps up asking what the fuck was that all about while rubbing her ass yelling at me. I see the start of a small tear drop from her right eye. Again without another word I. ..The tip of my fingers gently touching his balls and the fact that i’m still high as a motherfucker, the fact that he is too AND the fact that i catch myself feeling horny as fuck while i’m touching another mans balls, makes me even more horny. I let my hand cup his balls and very gently, my thumb makes little circles on his little butthole. My oiled up fingers working his balls, while my thumb sneaky slides inside. He lets out a huge moan and he puts his ass up, taking my thumb even deeper.. Playing it dumb. She said the damn cooler leaked all over my long pants and shirt. I said well didn't you bring other cloths , she said yeah but just a short denim skirt and a white wife beater. I said well, wear that , she said my bra is wet too, I returned with " don't wear one". We headed out to the truck with her in a tight white sleevless t shirt and a denim skirt that came down about three inches below her ass cheeks.She also had on her hiking boots. I gotta say she looked pretty bad.