An institution, having taught a good few generations before me and whispers always followed about his love of the ladies and some nefarious going’s ...n in his past. I can’t explain why I came to like him so much, I firmly believe I was the only one who felt that way. Mr. M was about 6’3” tall, thin, grey hair, and absurdly long fingers. That’s what most people would notice, but I noticed other things…the hint of a hairy chest lurking under a white shirt, the fact that his tongue seemed too big. She doesn’t listen though, claiming music helps her relax and focus. Plus, she also practices her dance routine every single night before going to bed. The people on the lower levels could hear the footsteps, which I knew because I lived right beneath her. Sometimes she dances all night, which understandably can really get on someone's nerves...I tried to talk to the owner about her, but apparently she is a celebrity and because of that he treats her like she’s a queen, saying it will help. Your girlfriend has already told you that you have permission for this, and I am clearly a willing participant, and still you protest and are concerned about my feelings. You aren't using me. I am going to get a lot of enjoyment out of this, both physical and emotional. I promise this will be great and you and I are going to be really good friends. I am really looking forward to this."And with that she pushed me down, leaned down and really kissed me. I remembered Zoe's instructions and so I. Maggie pushed Mike onto the bed and straddled him. She started to fuck his cock into her pussy but it went in with such ease. Her lustful behaviour and velvety sheath soon had Mike standing to attention inside her. Her attitude was also having the same effect on her son.“Much better,” said Maggie as Mike’s cock stiffened.She let out a sigh as she pumped her pussy down onto his cock. She was breathing a little heavier and wanting Mike to fire up her wanton need.“Come on Mike, fuck me really.