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"Actually... I kind of wanted to keep you all to myself...", John explained.

Laura suddenly got a mischievous look, placing her magazine aside and crossing her legs demurely. She retorted "Oh? In that case I have something in mind you might like."

He walked over to where she sat, bending down to kiss her on her lips. He ran his hands up her knee to her thighs, but controlled himself from feeling up under her white pleated skirt.

Laura stood up, and squeezed John's cock, purring "Follow me, big boy"

She led him to his computer room, and had him sit on his comfy computer chair, her petite frame sat on his lap. With a few clicks she had the browser open and explored his bookmarks.

"MILFs, Teens, ****, Skirts...", she called out, as she highlighted the themes of his bookmarks, "You are one naughty boy, Mr Doe. Let's see if we can't find a good movie here.."

With a few more clicks, she had a movie running. She turned to him with a smile, placing his hand up under her shirt. Without a bra, his hand cupped her breast, gently pinching one of her erect nipples. He was overcome by the sexy fragrance of her flowing brown hair as she reached in to make out with him. Her tough explored him, as her fingers ran through his hair.

His other hand moved up under her skirt, feeling her thigh. "You like this movie?", she asked. It was the perfect movie, he thought.