“Would you like to feel them, Michael?” Startled, I nearly tipped my drink all over the floor. It wasn’t an invitation I’d expected to receive. Certainly not from Mrs Robinson! I placed the glass carefully back on the table, not wanting to spill red wine on her valuable Persian rug. Reaching out, Catherine deliberately took my hands into her own, and placed them on her breasts… ----- To say the events of that afternoon ha...

Naked, Catherine reached out her hand and touched me softly with her fingers. And that was all it took. I couldn’t help it; I just — exploded! My cock pulsed, and cum shot everywhere, up her arm, on the sofa, and over the rug. Her hand was covered. “I—I’m sorry…!” God, I was so embarrassed. I could see my spunk on her tits, and even on her cheek. “Oh, my word…” she murmured, taking a tentative lick at her hand. She giggle...