Oh yeah... mmmm.”He stopped sucking and moved both hands to her tits and started kneading them roughly. "Yeah?" he moaned, a question in his tone."O... yeah!" she encouraged. "You suck my... titties." She cringed, both at how unnatural the latter had sounded and the fact she was saying it."Call me Grandpa!" he taunted, punctuating his words with a hard thwack on her ass again, indicating that he meant business.She hesitated before moaning half-heartedly "Oh yeah! You work my titties, Grandpa.”No. Mr. Johnson smiles, even laughs slightly. “I don’t think getting involved with a student is a good idea, that’s all,” he offers.“Oh, Mr. Johnson...”“Please, call me Matt,” he interrupts.“Matt...” she continues. “I know that being a student doesn’t stop you and I’m cool with that. I mean you’re a man and you have desires, especially for young girls like me.”“Well, um, I don’t know where you get that idea, but I...” eh stumbles for words.“Oh, I’m sorry if I mistook your intentions,” she feigns.. Just like that for a while.” He kissed and nuzzled her neck. “Mmm...”Kara rolled onto her back and opened her arms to him. He lay atop her and they kissed. Adam lifted up onto his elbows so he could fondle her breasts. “I just love your nipples and areolas,” he said. “I love your coloring and I love the different textures of skin.” He covered her breasts and belly with kisses. She spread her thighs for him and he lay between them.Adam parted her labia, worked his face between them and began. Finishing our wine we decided to go dancing to end our evening, both slightly drunk we danced closely pressing our bodies together as we moved over the floor. I was aware of her nipples pressing into my chest and felt her rub her mound against my leg at every oportunity, I not innocently pushed my now erect cock against her thighs each time pulling her tight to me, I felt no resistance against my sexual gestures and ventured to cup her breast as we left the floor, rather than brush my hand away.