It appeared like a devil cobra ready for the strike and she knew she was going to get bitten. He leaned down and gave her a big open mouth kiss, conve...ing her juices from his mouth to hers with his tongue. "You like the taste of your slutty married pussy juices?" he asked as he broke the kiss. She wasn't sure, but having tasted her own honey was so erotic that it caused her pelvis to quiver.Marcus broke the kiss, and pushed his black rod against her chest between her luscious breasts. "Push. On the edge of erupting across the floor and perhaps her cello as well, I force myself to stop. My slippery, mushroom-shaped cock tip is crimson red. The veins on my cock shaft are distended and pulsing.Marie casts her cello aside and kneels before me. Her lips wrap around my cock head, sending waves of pleasure through every synaptic pathway in my body.I expect her to pull me into the warm valley of her mouth. But again, Marie surprises me. Her mouth embraces only the tip, her tongue probing. ’I found the little plastic bottle, opened it and handed it to him. He lubricated his middle finger, dropped his hand down and after he had let out a long deep breath, he slid in the wet finger slowly into his dark opening as he breathed in. He paused, exhaled deeply, another pause… then as he inhaled, and he presses it home, more and more. He repeated this slow deliberate process, as his finger seemed to slip in effortlessly past his knuckles right up to the hilt. It was amazing in my mind. Thinking quickly, I pull my shirt up in the front, and down in the back, making myself a little more presentable. I’ll have to live with the fact that I am still flashing quite a bit of cleavage, but at least it’s not as blatant as it was before. Taking several more deep breaths to calm myself I turn and exit the bathroom, making my way back to my psychology class. Part II When came back into the classroom, Mr. Edwards had his back to me and the rest of the class while he wrote something on.