..Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.I clutched my purse in nervous fingers as the carriage followed the road's curve. Through the fog, a...building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the hill's gentle slope, dotted with broad oak trees for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage's wheels as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.My heart fluttered worse. I took a. Feeling every centimeter of him, feeling his head deep inside. I stop. He can feel my pussy clenching. . . He gently pulls me up and I straddle him again, slowly sliding down on his large, hard cock. Mmmmm, kissing and sucking on his tongue, while slowly sliding down. Feeling every centimeter of him, feeling his head deep inside. I stop. He can feel my pussy clenching. . . His hands are on my hips, urging me down. My hands are braced on his shoulders, holding me up. I slide down a little more,. Jules cleared his throat and said in a very loud and clear fashion, as if talking to someone hard of hearing:"What's a niggah ... gotta do to, get some ... respect around here?"To which promptly, as if actually responding to his voice, the door opened and revealed an immense well-lit space, with large balconies the size of plazas extruding from the rock, rigid superstructures extending from the ceiling downwards to scary depths, and uncannily curvy gangways crisscrossing like a metal knot.It. He stands up smiling, blushing, and from the looks of it getting hard.“I’m so sorry ma’am, but then again I’m not. Someone is getting a very nice welcome home.”“No worries, I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose, and yes a very nice welcome will be had.” I give him a wink and watch him go back to his seat, trying to adjust himself so that his now hard cock is not so noticeable. He fails miserably. I giggle to myself as I tie the coat belt a little tighter. As I turn back to the window, the.