She moved her foot. I noticed her thigh trembling. She was nervous. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said. ‘I’m cool.’ More to herself than to me, it s...emed. I blinked my eyes and she walked towards the bed. She crawled onto the end of it, her breasts grazing my feet as she moved up, towards me. ‘So this is not what you expected huh?’ She smiled, timidly. No, it wasn’t. I’d known her almost a year and a half. When we first met, I asked her out immediately. A club, a bar, a show or concert, I don’t remember. An old oak desk, pushed up against the back wall, took up the majority of the space. I tried to avoid my teachers eyes as I scanned the room for something to focus on besides her. "You can have a seat" She said as she motioned to the wooden chair in front of her. She clearly had composed herself by then and sounded rather confident. She was swiveling side to side in the black leather chair waiting for me to sit. I found the chair and sort of fell down on the uncomfortable seat. I crossed my. " Ihad leaned close to her to say that last part.Lisa laughed heartily at that. "So you are all girl when dressed. Notsure if there are any firemen or cowboys on this cruise but I do knowthere is at least one construction worker." Okay. Since we are being so forward and honest here. I have to askyou. Why are you teasing Steve about me? And now me about Steve? Iwill say I don't mind it, in fact it is kind of a turn on for me, and Idefinitely enjoyed the flirting last night. I just want. It occurred to me, as my wife looked up at me with my dick in her mouth, that she looked a bit like the blonde getting worked over by four guys on the screen: blonde hair, vicious curves and altogether stunning tits with nipples like clamnecks: thick and chewy and much better served up with some white sauce. As the four dudes in the clip began to paint the blonde’s face with jizz, my wife unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her huge tits out of her bra. I grabbed them at the greedily with both hand.