"Okay," responds, glancing at the wall clock across the room. "But make it quick. The bus will be here any minute now. I don't want to be late."
I rub my raging hard-on between her legs. She moves her legs tighter around my cock, hoping to hasten my ejaculation. I push it into her still throbbing pussy. She detaches the shower head and sprays warm water onto her clit. I squeeze her boobs and release a gush of hot cum into her pussy. She responds with another orgasm.
She hurriedly finishes showering and dashes out to dry and to put on her clothes. Before she leaves, she pushes aside the shower curtain and asks, "How do I look?"
I stare at her open-mouthed. She's in a white tank top with a cyan-colored racerback vest, and a dark blue form-fitting mini skirt. I swear I could see her nipple tips poking through the smooth material. "You're not using a brassiere?" I ask.
"These are push-ups, darling, and they don't cover the tip," she says matter-of-factly.
Despite our two kids, she had managed to keep fit and trim. "You're a milf," I say.
"Thanks for the compliment," she smiles. "My students also think so." She grasps my already soft dick and gives it a peck. "Bye... be seeing you soon. Please behave while I'm away," she says, addressing my dick.
She then turns her back towards me and pulls up her mini. I notice that she does not have any panties on. "I travel light," she says. I am taken aback. She never talked this way before.
As she adjusts her skirt, I ask, "You don't intend to wipe those off?" She looks down and realizes that some mixture of her juices and my cum are still running down her legs.
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