Ms. Stewart met us at her front door wearing the black frame librarian style glasses she sometimes affected, black stockings decorated with red bows, and black high heels with red soles. My cock immediately began to swell and shift in my suit trousers.
“Oh,” she said looking at me and lifting the mask up on her forehead.
Nate said, “You remember Mike? Is this ok?”
“I remember Mike. And the other Wolf brothers,” she paused and smiled to herself, glancing at burgeoning bulge at my zipper, “and it’s ok…………..but he has to only watch. This time.”
I smiled tightly, “Of course. You’re in charge……………this time.”
Nate stripped and they desported themselves on the couch. As she rode his cock in a slow rocking motion, her eyes never left me. “Take it out Mike,” she whispered.
I unzipped, pulled out my now fully swollen cock and began to stroke it slowly in my fist. She picked up her own pace, her eyes locked on my motion.
Stopping briefly, I squeezed the shaft; a pearlescent drop bloomed on the tip. She licked her lips and said, “Ok, come closer.”
Recalling for the second time that night the locker room episode , and the way her mouth formed a red O while I fed my cock into it, I began to slam my fist up and down: “Not. This. Time.”
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