I had to stumble to the side and forward when she released me, in order to slap a hand on the vanity to steady myself. She let out a chuckling moan, ...nd let her fingertips glide over my tight balls. Then she leaned back, bracing an arm on the vanity, and let me admire my handiwork.“Look at the mess you made,” she said, and then ran her fingers through the streams of cum on her beautiful tits.All I could do was groan.“I need to go get in the shower,” she said breathlessly, and then popped up. 'You know what to do. Now do it.' He said, pushing her head forward towards his crotch with his hand.'Oh!' She squeaked. 'Y-yes Sir!'Her hands tugged his jeans down further, then slowly ran back up along his thighs to his crotch. Running softly along his hard cock, still pressing against his briefs. His cock twitched with excitement at her touch. Her fingers reached the waistband, and she pulled them down. His hard, throbbing length sprung free.'Oh!' She gasped quietly. 'Oh god'. Her eyes. Of course the majority of that could be summed up with just two names; Rory Gilmore and Paris Gellar.Not that the dark-haired attractive woman disliked either of those girls. Far from it in fact. Rory Gilmore was a gifted, intelligent and charming young lady and a great student. She also showed great promise as an aspiring writer and reporter. Angelina had happily watched and hopefully assisted her growth over the last three years. Rory was the kind of student who made her glad she had gone. His own heart had been a lot harder to convince because it seemed to be under the impression that it needed hers to be as close as possible in order to feel comfort. But he had to give her credit. She’d figured out that he came from some money, and she’d done her best to bring him down and it had worked, too. He’d been deeply in love. He just wondered now who the hell he’d actually been in love with. Looking back on it, he wondered how he could have been such an idiot. It didn’t matter much, he.