I was inspired. I may have been an average student before, but now I was inspired. I had to get enough ahead so I could have time with Mom. Sometimes ... laughed at it. I'd look around the lecture hall when we were all together, over a hundred of us, and I'd wonder: How many guys in here are busting their asses so they can get time to try and fuck their Mothers?Because that was my goal. I wanted to fuck her. She wanted my love. I knew what I wanted. She knew what she wanted. At some point, maybe. I pickedthese buildings carefully, selecting the ones that were built solidly,with interesting features under their grimy, dilapidated surfaces.Mother never lived to see my gamble pay off, but pay off it did, and in abig way, too. A few years ago, the trend caught on of converting theseold, picturesque, solid structures into condominiums for the verywealthy, and since I owned about a dozen of the best ones, that put meright on top of the market. Some I sold to other developers, some Iconverted. Lick up the cum in my wife's pussy and swallow ALL of it. If you let even a drop stain the sheets, you'll watch her DIE. Got it?" Yes, okay! Please don't hurt her!" Matthew implored. He quickly darted his tongue into her soft folds, lapping at the sticky fluids. Miranda's inner core tightened with arousal. Her cum-encrusted pussy began to moisten with a new fluid…her own cunt cream overlaying the scent of all the drying jism. Matthew's diligent tongue kept vacuuming up the remnants of the five. From there he moved on to stories of horny, voluptuous teachers coming on to "helpless" high-school boys.Gary almost fainted the night I met him at the door in a short tight skirt, high heels, frilly white blouse buttoned to the neck, and a ruler in my hand. "Mrs. Brooks" told him she giving him detention because he had been staring at her since the term began, ogling her boobs and looking up her skirt every day to see if she was wearing panties. When Gary tried to defend himself, she shook the.