Gwen watched Marcie's hand sliding around in her drawers. They locked eyes briefly and looked away timidly. They were sexually experienced, but this w...s the introduction of sex into a long-standing relationship. It felt slightly awkward."Let's take our clothes off, Gwen. We can have more fun that way." They skinnied out of their dresses and panties. The mounds on their chests jiggled. Their lithe bodies dove onto the bed as soon as they were naked. Their fingers slipped back to their quims,. ”“Please, please eat me,” she pleaded. “I'm so wet, I need you so bad. I can't take this. You're so good. I need you to eat me. I'm so horny it hurts. I’m begging, my clit is on fire. You make me so wet. I need you so bad. I promise I'll be your little slut, I just need you to eat me, please!”He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. He spread her pussy lips and drove his tongue deep into her. She moaned and her hips jerked. He sucked her clit and she thought she might explode. One finger. She got to work. Her husband was a large man, broad shouldered and thick. His cock had always stretched her pussy wide, she knew any less would be disappointing to her, so the mold she made was at least four fingers wide. She thought about how much he filled her, and how she loved to grasp his balls when he pressed inside her, so she made sure to make the cock long and finished it off with a pair of thick balls. The boss began to stay late at the factory. She worked only at night and only used. After a while the fire died down and we decided to call it quits. Then I met up with a real fireball, a philosophy professor, David Allan. He had a great mind, explained his thoughts well, treated me like a queen and the sex was just great. Trouble was he was just another Professor King. Let’s face it, most teachers in university are just ordinary people trying to do a good job but there are the ones like King and David Allan who are totally unscrupulous and should never be allowed near.