Recent Blogs: BIG COCK TEEN ADDICTION swallowed, half out of anxiety, half from enthusiastic memory of the last "one-on-one" session Mrs. Hanson had put him through. He'd tried to rationalize their last encounter; it was a sort of spontaneous thing that had just happened, he told himself, the sort of one-time thing that goes on between adults all the time; it meant nothing in regards to his steady relationship with her daughter, and probably wouldn't happen again. Now he wasn't so sure.
He caught a whiff of her perfume as she held the door for him. That, and the close proximity to her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress top, caused him to go immediately hard in his trousers. Mrs. Hanson didn't even try to hide the fact that she was staring right at his crotch, and despite his overwhelming embarrassment, his boner seemed to be growing longer by the second!
