You’re not gay, are you?’ ‘No,’ I said, ‘are you?’ ‘Well half. I’m actually bi-sexual, but don’t let that put you off,’ he said ...ith a laugh. It didn’t, but it gave me food for thought, especially when we’d finished our meal and he asked if I would like to stop and have coffee and a brandy at his place. After four beers, half a bottle of wine and the few drinks I’d had earlier, I was in a mellow mood and agreed. We split the tab between us and left the restaurant and as we walked to where all. In and out she saws my throat with her cock. Once again she allows me to fall from her dick. I cough and gag as I gasp for air. “Looks like your enjoying this,” she laughs.I look up into those shades of hers as she brings her foot to my crotch. Her toes rub up against my hardened dick. No. There’s no way sucking her dick is making me horny. “Boners don’t lie, you love sucking dick, don’t you?” she says in such a sultry tone. “Admit it.” “No! I… I…”“Don’t deny it. You were born to be a. ’ Dennis interrupted. ‘You want your usual, baby-doll?’ Sharon rolled her eyes. ‘Better make it a double, sweet-cheeks!’ Dennis walked away, blushing. ‘That’ll teach the bastard!’ she said, chuckling. ‘So, what? NSC? Is that what I heard?’ ‘Yup. Position papers, daily briefs. That kind of stuff.’ ‘Were you there for 9/11?‘ ‘Just after. Interesting times. What do you do?’ ‘Sabbatical. I teach poli-sci at Holyoke, but I worked in the Clinton White House,’ she said reproachfully. ‘Ah,’ Secord. Her body was slim yet curvy.Her most notable features was her breasts. Mrs. Chase was stacked. Even the clothes she wore to try and draw attention away from her breasts couldn't hide the full tits that always stood us proudly in her blouses. Mrs. Chase's slim body made her large breasts seem even bigger than they were.Throughout the year, she became the object of the majority of my masturbatory sessions. Even after I finished her class, I spent the next two years fantasizing about her.Much to.