His eyes did not move from my breasts while I penned my signature. Smiling widely at him, I turned and walked back to my desk, feeling his eyes penetr...te my back as I walked.He graded each paper as it was handed in, and by the end of the class hour, all papers had been marked and recorded in his grade book except the few students that had struggled to finish."Well, everyone has done relatively well for a change. However, I want to see several of you after class in my office." He read off three. I'd love to, but tonight I have... other plans. Another time maybe?" Of course, maybe next week," replied the wife, just a bit surprised as in all the months Marianne had lived in the apartment she had never gone out for anything others than groceries and shopping. Christy smiled, wondering if the young woman was dating at last. She felt a bit possessive, almost like a parent, wondering who it might be, then chiding herself for being nosey, she put down the receiver, smiled and prepared for her. At which, I tried to calm down, centre myself with the task at hand. I wrapped my hand around my penis, virtually enveloping it and began to massage slowly. "That's a good start," she said " Maybe you should pretend I'm your mummy." Then the red flowers and green leaves moved aside to show the curve of a perfectly rounded breast. I could feel something growing inside my hand and I typed - with my left hand, "Okay." You obviously enjoy breasts, I can see that from here. Want to see more? Is. And then the gallons of Air Force sperm he poured into my colon. I had rushed home with it running down my thigh, big pearly gobs of jizz leaking out of my freshly plowed butthole. I had tasted it and savored it, and even wiped some of it on the boxers he had thrown at me so that his aroma would be preserved that much longer.Many, many nights, BMW Boy and his jizzy boxers had been the source of erotic memories and fantasies, and I had spewed many gallons of cum remembering what had happened.But.