The boarding school was all boys, in remote country, and from what he'd read, more than a few male teachers had left because of the atmosphere (as one...blogging teacher described it) of "testosterone and boredom fuelled bullying". Just his kind of place. He'd known he had to leave Germany - there was pig sex everywhere, and he was seriously addicted. Nothing like taking himself out of circulation for a while to cure that. Plus, if the school was as rough as it sounded, he knew he'd get off. He was immediately grinding his cock against my crotch and I was soaking wet both from the anticipation and his attention. This k** could play me like a fiddle. James quickly kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of his pants and underwear and I could now see that beautiful cock of his again. It had been 2 days since James had fucked me raw and I was anxious to have him again. I pulled off my shoes and pants also. James was on knees and pulled me off the blanket into his arms. I was now sitting. They now often hang out at our place and play Uno or board games with mom.I, too, started knowing them more as I would meet them often now. They would come to our house every alternative day to have dinner with us and play board games with us.But there was one thing that was bothering me. Mom had gotten too close to these young boys. So much that mom would wear shorts at home till thighs. Those boys peeping at her figure in a revealing outfit made me uncomfortable. I then started taking it. My hands shot downward and for some reason this set her off even more with a series of downward thrusts of her hips. Then I let my fingers do their exploring down on her womanhood; I expected to have a reaction like Samantha, soft and cooing or such. Nope, no such thing happened with Tabatha.Pulling me deeper into the valley between her breasts, that grip stronger than iron, her head came to rest on my shoulder. Her flesh felt incredibly warm, like fire brewing and damp; yet she was gyrating.