Instructor Gets Filled While Feeling Frisky

She was tiny, maybe 5’1 and 90 pounds soaking wet. That’s Pete! I feel goosebumps rise. But she was in control. It’s a beautiful summer night, but there’s a gentle breeze in the air. I heard the rising voice of my inner mind, my deepest, darkest inner thoughts pounding away at my eardrums. Of course he would choose this petite beauty over me. It was a brisk summer evening, and the sun had just set. She had that boyish bob cut that was so in vogue at the time, and she walked with an elegance and confidence that was hard to ignore, even from a woman so tiny. Beautiful, too. She’s down to the hem of his pants now. It was no longer me speaking, but her, somehow. That’s the Rossi house: Kim and Jack. I feel goosebumps rise. It always makes him upset and throws off our rhythm. She’s riding him even harder.