I thought that he would never know it was my mouth on his dick for awhile but I guess it is kind of hard to hide a mustache. He looked over and me and...smiled pointing to my upper lip. Oh well. I slid over closer to Pat two so I would not miss a beat, Pat’s head was a blur and Paul was leaning back with his eyes closed. I have no idea what the fuck happened but just sitting there watching I started to moan along with the two of Pat. I could smell Pat’s pussy juice on Paul’s face and just wanted. "I wish I could do cool stuff likethat too."I watched as she brought herself back down to the ground and put theplate back on the table. "I know, it's too bad it only works forgirls," she said. "And it's really easy, you know? Grandma doesn't haveto teach me every single trick or stuff like that. All she teaches meis a certain way of thinking, a way of controlling my mind - when I dothat properly, I can do any kind of magic I want to, without ever doingit before. I'm catching on really. Even though they were in a closed room with no one else but a female college professor, they flexed their tanned legs and posed prettily to always ensure they looked their best. Both had huge, round breasts, unabashedly fake, barely tucked into expensive bras.As their brief clothing shifted slightly with their every movement, I found myself becoming very interested in finding out what treasures lay hidden there. This was really going to be fun.Mrs. Robinson told them to sit back, relax, and. Was she the pink lace type? Maybe faux leopard skin? Bobby doubted it."Probably plain white," he surmised. Still, it separated and lifted herlarge supple breasts.Whatever kind of bra it was it must have been made of something thin. Hecould make out the outlines of her wide nipples pressing through the bluecotton tunic. Bobby closed his eyes momentarily while trying to imagineher without a bra at all and her uniform buttons suddenly undone. When heopened his eyes he found a scowling face.