The mother was younger than her husband and was clearly taken with the way Michael related to her boy. Very slowly at first an unlikely, quiet friends...ip had begun between Michael and the boy’s mother. And that friendship had lead to sex. And from there to the almost inevitable rumours, discovery and subsequent need for swift flight. When the husband heard neighbour’s gossip that the young English teacher was collecting a very intimate payment for teaching his son, Michael was in serious. "You will have to leave a deposit. We can't just loan them out," he said.I started to say something when he looked up and saw someone walk in the door. He turned to the other man and said, "Mr. Jackson, how may I help you today?" I'm expecting some guests this morning," he said."Excuse me," I said.The attendant turned and said, "Just a minute, can't you see I'm talking to Phil Jackson." Son, I wasn't speaking to you," I said with an attitude. "I was trying to address Mr. Jackson."The attendant. Cindy yelled, ‘Hold me, please hold me, I’m cummmming!’ Corky reached around behind her back and pulled Cindy toward him as she shook and trembled throughout her intense orgasm. As she was cumming so did Corky and he fired another barrage of cum into her pussy. As she started to recover Corky laid her back down on the bench and slowly fucked her as his cock softened. Corky’s cock was swimming in her cunt, there was so much cum in there mingling with her own juices. ‘Oh my God that was so hot. He massaged my hips and thighs slowly but hard.I felt his hot breath breathing on my pussy. His tongue flicked over my tender vulva. He pushed my ass in the air and pushed his face into my pussy. Fortunately, he was nice to my pussy. He kissed and licked my lips like he was kissing me.He moaned into me as his tongue found my clitoris. Hidden among the swollen hills, my clitoris welcomed a gentle tongue. It surprised me how many tongue-tricks my husband had learned over the years. I never knew.