Claire unzipped her skirt and, after a pause, pulled down her knickers. Once more, the boys murmured appreciatively at her long flawless legs, taut peachy bottom and beautifully trimmed p***y.
She lay back on the bench, shuffling her bum to the edge to allow Mr. Forsythe a smooth entry.
He slid in with a grunt before beginning to thrust his hips in a jerky rhythm. After a while, Claire realised that it could take Mr. Forsythe a significant time before he was ready to come. She decided to help him along a bit.
"Um. Mr. Forsythe?"
"Yes, my dear," he replied breathlessly.
"Perhaps it would be a good idea to show the boys another position. Why don't I go on top?" she suggested.
"Oh, that really is an excellent idea, Ms. Bell. Shall we?"
He pulled out and, with some help from the boys, b
