We watched a little more movie. Mr. K's hand moved to my thigh, up and up, till his fingers were in my soaked pubic hair. We were both panting. I gently held Mr. K's erection, enjoying the feeling. He had a normal c**k, a real one, not the stupid huge one's people lie about in these stories. His finger parted my wet slit and rubbed the entrance. I sighed. I ran my thumb up the underside of his c**k and over. Smearing the lube around.
I took my hand away and he pulled his back quickly. He thought I'd changed my mind. I put my right hand on his muscular shoulder for leverage as I rolled my body over his legs. He smiled and slid further down as I settled on his thighs, shoving the tee shirt off his hard body.
We were face-to-face, naked, smiling. He took each of my breasts in his hands, pin
