But the thought didn't convey itself to Teri Sue. To her Chester just looked his usual cute doggy self, wagging his tail.“Fuck, I feel spent. Yet un...satisfied. What happened?” The bridge had been repaired, as a quick glance confirmed. So selling her body had been worth it, it seemed.“Ooohh, I need to get off!” Teri Sue let herself fall to the ground, lifting one leg and rubbing her clit furiously. Please, Teri Sue, get dressed. There's no time for this! Chester was annoyed. As if the scolding. So what's your plans for college?" he asked as he quickly turned back to his work."I don't know. I have tentatively agreed to go to the Art Institute, but I'm not sure anymore. I love art but I don't know if I can make a living at it." You're good." How do you know?" I've seen your work in the art department." Really?" Shelly said with surprise."Sure, I like your African animal display best." Wow, I didn't think you even knew who I was." I know who you are. But, I always thought you didn't like. .. Terry was jerking off over her belly as he fondled the right one, and Bernie... Bernie was rubbing her wet, hairy slit, sticking his young fingers deep into her boiling cunthole.That steady firm penetration was ecstasy to the sex-starved young housewife. It gave her a steady buzz of pleasure that made her cream like mad. She closed her eyes tightly, shutting out every other sensation. Nothing existed for her at that moment but the marvelous sensations radiating from her cunt. Molten cream. The dark pubic hair around my vagina I’d had as a youngster, of which I was very proud, had turned a delicate shade of grey. My sex drive had almost vanished to the point of being non‑existent but occasionally, like about once a year, I’d be reminded of the good times with my husband George. Knowing that I was having such a moment I closed my eyes and remembered the way he’d cup both of my large breasts before sucking on the nipples in turn. As I began to pant; my left hand moved down between.