"He actually looked relieved. It takes a real man to do what he was doing ... a man who really loves his woman. I'd just gotten my first lesson in why...some marriages last. There aren't many men who would do that for the woman they love."Okay, I'll tell her." he said. "You going to leave?" I'll stay here for a while. If she calms down and wants to discuss this, we can. If not I can always leave and you guys can decide what you want to do." That seemed reasonable. Seeing a woman cry like that. She toyed there a moment before hugging me. Her nipples brushed through my chest. The warmth of her breasts spread against me. She lifted a leg and wrapped it against me. I held her there, pinned to the counter. She mewled in my ear. Want. Need. Desire. I led her to the table and held her in front of me. She leaned over, her elbows resting against the tabletop. My hands slid down her sides, over the luscious curve of her bottom, and found the hem of her skirt. I rolled the skirt up her thighs,. Just don't let her get a sperm sample, okay?" I laughed and it was okay, because he really was addicted, except I wished he wasn't. I mean, I just wanted him to love me and if he was addicted to my sperm or whatever, then how did I know it was really me he loved? See?"A sperm sample?" He gave me a funny look."I'll get jealous," I frowned."No, you get all my sperm samples, Jen. In fact..." Josh licked his lips and his fingers trailed from my breasts down my tummy, tickling me as I watched him. Cindy’s juices were really flowing now, and she started to buck her hips to meet the professor’s fingers thrusting fingers. She was moaning softly now as well, still too embarrassed to really cut loose but too worked up to remain quiet. Mr. Richter had his middle and fourth finger shoved up the tight young pussy of his student, but now it was time to teach her something new. He removed his fourth finger only briefly, sliding the index finger alongside the middle finger deep in her twat. He.