I was seventeen years old; it was school holidays and I was on my paper round, pedaling my Malvern Star around the parched plains of Pascoe Vale. One ...last drop off. Mrs. Kuepper was the last delivery, a whole block away from the previous drop. Keen to get home I pedaled up to the letterbox at speed, sliding to a halt. As I slid to a halt, I noticed a flash of white down the side of the house. It looked like Mrs. Kuepper in her underwear. A very pointy bra and high waisted pants. I pushed the. I reached a hand down and rubbed her clit with immense speed, fucking her a little faster until I could hear her groaning louder and louder, her grunts becoming a continuous chant as our lips locked in passion once more before I felt her cunt contract around my member, her legs squeezing me hard as I tried to get myself off, quite close but no quite there, she fell limp expecting me to cum straight after her. Instead I just continued fucking her.“Ahh… shit Zack aren’t you done! This kinda. Oddly Jeff made no effort to back away but remained standing there with his hands resting on her hips.“That was better,” she said in a whisper like voice.“Uh yeah,” he said with a sheepish grin. He hoped she didn’t move too much closer, he wasn’t sure how she would react or for that much how he would if she found out that he developed a raging hard-on. But he enjoyed the feel of her body so close to him; her boobs were lightly pressing against his chest.“So are you ready for bed?” She asked in. I've got to get dressed myself. I also have to check in on Sandi to see how her transformation is going. I'll be back in a few moments, Andrea. Take some time to enjoy how pretty you look and feel. Think about your wedding. And of course, she said with a mischievous glint to her eyes, "Take even more time to think about the lustful fun you'll have on your honeymoon." I sat in a nearby chair reflecting on my good fortune. I was in love with such a giving partner who was now gifting me.