It was reminiscent of an old European manor with its multiple gabled roofs and rustic looking bricks used for the façade. The front double-doors were...of heavy oak and looked impervious like something from a medieval castle. Clark sensed that the well-concealed house was built like a luxury retreat with an eye toward security. It was obvious to him that this piece of real estate belonged to someone wealthy, although to hide it in such a remote and secluded spot made little sense.There were two. This was it; I was fucking my teacher! Mr. Shoemaker, a.k.a. James groaned loudly while he was grinding his firm ass onto my hard dick. Helping me to find the way to his deepest spot. While he kept squeezing his inner muscles, with which he greedily molded my prostate for its milk.“C’mon, no need to be gentle – Fuck a man boy!”So I did like he said and turned up the pace. Letting myself go while I was just doing what came naturally. I wanted to fuck the tight teacher’s hole and once he had. She also noticed that his hands were moving underthe sheet.... Between his legs. Curious to see what he was doing shelifed the covering sheet to lookThe first thing she saw was ... He wS wearing her red sheer thong. Thevery tight one she wore when she wanted to pleasure herself and insidewas his hard young penis clearly visible thru the sheer fabric. Sheapproved at how it strained and pushed trying to get free. She knew nowwhat the mosning was for. But he was still feverish. She got up to. "Your so wet..."He kneels and has me spread my legs as I continue to lean over, my hands on the bench. He looks up at my pussy and traces his fingers along the slit before sliding his finger deep into me. I moan and he smiles as he moves his finger in and out of me. He takes his other hand and takes his cock from his pants and begins to stroke it. He's able to get three fingers into me before he leans in and licks up my juices. I feel his tongue slide into me and I moan again.He stands back up.