She was laughing when we reached the living room at the sight of my swelling erection. “I think I’m going to get my wish a bit sooner than I realized.” She walked into the bedroom then led me to the shower, her hand on my cock. She moved into my arms and kiss once the water was warm. As warm as it was I didn’t think the shower could have been hotter. Scarlett was all over me. “Oh Sean, I need you missionary so badly. Can we do it right now…right here?” I knew exactly what to do, moving my hands between her thighs and backing her against the wall. We kissed again then I moved her legs over my shoulders as she pulled my cock into her slit. This teen time I did move, driving into her core as she gasped and moaned in her ecstasy. Once again she went wild on my cock, writhing and twisting and meeting gagging my every thrust with one of her own. I didn’t know if I was rubbing her clit, but I was sure that my erection was pressing against her G-spot on every thrust. I had no idea if I would be able to cum and I didn’t care. This was for Scarlett. I wanted her to crave our sex—to want and yearn for it as much as I did and I wanted it more than life itself. I had even more staying power than usual because I’d cum only minutes ago. I thought that she had cum at least twice when I moved my right rough leg back against the other wall for leverage and reached down to twist her clit. The result was explosive. I was glad then that I had moved my foot because, had I not, I was sure that I would have dropped my incredible lover. As it was, I was afraid I might go deaf when Scarlett screamed at the top of her lungs, signaling that she had lost control of her body to the power of her massive orgasm. It went on for perhaps twenty seconds during which she was more a rag doll than a human being. I held her for several minutes before slowly lowering her legs to the shower stall amateur floor. Even then I had to support her because when I released her she slid down until she was sitting with the shower hitting her straight in her face. The water did its work, reviving her almost immediately. She looked up adoringly with a big goofy smile on her beautiful face. Then he brought the probe to my stomach and we all glanced at the screen. They felt warm and silky in my hands, soft yet so firm. She answers. She had a dreamy look on her face. The amateur words of his mom flashed through Antoine's head as he stood at the front of the school bus, every eye in the bus turned towards him. When it was over, they asked him to step outside for missionary a few minutes, so they could discuss him privately. Thank you for finding them," she said sincerely, trying to turn things around and not focusing on her recent indiscretion. She then sued him, for sexual harassment. At the count of three, they sedated the poor bastard and tied him up then dragged him to a nearby car and hid rough him under it. As much as we fight, he’s still my brother. He had whispered the name of the song to her into her ear as he took her into a teen first dance move and she caught on right gagging away.