The lad had no choice. To start off with his face was a picture, I guess that he’d not tasted his cum before and he didn’t know what to expect. As his tongue licked higher up Jenny thigh she opened her legs wider so that he could get to the highest bit. His face was an inch from her pussy - again. I was beginning feel left out but Jenny was thinking of me. When he stopped licking she said, “You missed a bit that landed here (pointing to my pussy) get on you back and when she squats down on you, lick it off.” “That’s very considerate of you” I said and lowered myself onto his face. It only took a couple of amateurs seconds for me to have an orgasm and I had trouble staying on my feet. After it subsided I got up and smiled at Jenny who said to the boy “Right, don’t let me ever catch you spying on us again. Now put those knickers back on and then your own clothes and get the hell out of here. If I ever see you again I will telephone the police. Is that understood?” “Yes miss,” he meekly said as he pulled on the knickers. As he ran out of the gym Jenny and me looked at each other and burst out laughing. As we were picking up our leotards Jenny said, “There’s a lot of equipment in here, do you think that we could have some fun with some of it?” “I’m sure we could” I said, “let me think about it. By the way, did you want those knickers back?” “Not after he’d been covering them with his spunk” she said, “besides, it will give him something to remind him of tonight.” We went and had an pov uneventful shower and headed for home. Jenny had promised to go and meet some of her mates. Friday - The previous night’s exercises were taking their toll on my muscles and it was the middle of the afternoon before they let me forget them. Saturday November 28 Didn’t really get the chance to tell Jon about the Thursday night fun until the Saturday morning over breakfast. He wasn’t at all happy that I had let the boy’s dick touch my pussy and made me get over his knee while he spanked me 100 times. I’m sure that his arm must have been aching by the time that he finished. My butt was red and sore, but I had managed to avoid crying - just. By the time I had got to “40 - thank you Master” I could feel his dick getting hard. By the time “70 - Thank you Master” came my stomach was getting damp with his pre-cum. In the nineties I noticed that he was slowing down and that his hand was staying on my hot butt for a second or masturbation two before the next stroke. When he finished he quickly lifted me off him, put me over the kitchen table and rammed himself into me. There was no resistance in my pussy as it had started getting wet as soon as I felt his dick rising. The only problem was that I was lying orgasm on top of some of the breakfast things and they were digging slut into my stomach. It wasn’t long before he came and pulled out of me. I didn’t cum but was close to it and I was a bit frustrated when he stopped. Fuck me faster. I continued eating glancing up occasionally. It was cool and felt rubbery, but had a slickness to it. Whether they were on mine, or on my nipples, or on my clit, they were so warm and soft and wonderful . . . I have to say, when Mike and Pete were staring at me I did get a little wet rush; but I guess that any woman would. It feels more like it was last week,” I pov reply. I lapped her smooth asshole like a dog in heat until she moaned and stroked my hair like I was a favorite puppy. I’m surprised I’ve never seen you on there". She knew what he wanted, and in a way, she wanted it too. I want you to be the first I’m with, more than anything, I do, want it to be you.” I press hard on your clit and with one last push against me you explode. The boy slumped back in his chair and took a deep breath and sent a text to Mitch. 'Don't mind exposing this before Roger' she said bringing her hand down and caressing his cock. “Hey, I just know you’re amateurs not, and I always just wanted to move on and slut keep masturbation going as friends.” Phil lied, knowing he wasn’t ever going to give up on being the one for Nicole. “I've found orgasm some perspective on it,” I sent her. I mean, she couldn't admit to herself that she had slept with her own son. I slowly unzipped my jeans, reached in and pulled it out. “Ooh, now you're thrusting even harder.” My orgasm built so fast as I used her juicy snatch.