The last straw came when the boy mumbled innocently, "I can't believe it, Miss Pope! This is what I've been dreaming about for so long!"

That was all the encouragement she needed. Now she knew why Steve had been so stand-offish with her. He did not trust himself. He desired her as a woman.

She aroused the man in him! She aroused his hard throbbing cock!

Every doubt was cast aside as she felt herself flooded with the joyous certainty that what was happening was what they both wanted. Pleasant as his hands felt on her tits, there were other things she wanted to get on with. She forced Steve to lie down on his back on their picnic blanket. Pushing their provisions to one side, she helped Steve pull down his shorts until they were clinging around his knees. She kneeled next to him with the beating shaft of his cock in her hand. The feel of its sturdy arousal made her almost faint with passion.

She looked at the boy. Clearly he was, if possible, even more excited than she. His eyes were clouded with lust. They wore an almost pleading expression as her hand slid gently over his hardened cock. She felt more convinced than ever that what she was about to do was the right thing.

She bent forward and took his swollen cock-head between her lips. She formed a tight oval around his fleshy cock and slid her mouth down until her lips were pressed against his groin. She had a filling mouthful of young Steve Manners' cock. Her pussy tingled in lusty satisfaction.

"Uuuuuuuuhhh…" Steve reached for the picnic basket to one side of him and the grass on the other. He was looking for anything to hold onto. Anything to force himself against terrible onslaught of pleasure. His father's secretary had his hard cock up inside her wet mouth! The hot sun was heating down on both of them, witnessing their passion.