I need this. I need to know I'm still..." she couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence, but I knew what she meant. I leaned in to kiss her and at...first, her kiss was soft and timid, like she was still trying to convince herself this was all right. But then she must have made up her mind because she moaned into my mouth and gave herself over to the feeling of my mouth on hers.Our kiss became deeper and more passionate, she was really kissing me and I was giving as good as I got. Her arms. But I loved her loving touch. She continued exploring and we tried to make conversation. Her fingers soothed the hair of my mound and her thumb slipped deep between my wet lips. I pushed against her a little bit and she slipped her thumb into my vagina. Her leg pressed against mine trying to increase our contact. My vagina swallowed her thumb and the web between her thumb and forefinger made love to my clitoris. My heart was pounding."So soft." she murmured. "So pretty touching you like this.". When she reached my cock, I discovered that my memories from last night didn't capture the full intensity of the experience. Maybe it was the lack of alcohol's deadening influence, or maybe she was just better now that I was her lord, but it seemed I filled her mouth in mere seconds. Very intensely pleasurable seconds, that felt like hours, but seconds none the less.We'd probably still be there, playing with each other, but my stomach had recovered sufficiently from the night's abuse that it. I need to educate them. I need to teach them to be dominating, strong young men who seize their education.“Dad is totally going to divorce you,” muttered Courtney.I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important thing in the world a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my boys see my large, lush breasts and the trimmed, brown bush adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This.