I pulled my head up only to discover that she had one hand working on her clit. As we drove the short distance to her house, we made small talk. “I’ll have a hamburger, medium, fries and a small salad, please.” As she twirled around I called “Oh, and a coffee, if it’s not too much trouble!” As she spun around, her oversized boobs swayed considerably under her loose shirt as if they were trying to escape. Mischievous, I thought. They were mesmerizing. They get a rough workout for two hours, every week. Eventually, I broke free and climbed between her legs on my knees. As I was studying her cunt, she reached both hands down and spread her outer lips wide, exposing the whole kit and kaboodle. I kept this up until that unmistakable feeling started flooding into my groin. Life aboard a boat, life as a teacher, nothing serious.
