I knew was the luckiest guy in highschool.i was alittle intimidated by this older woman,but was up to the challenge.my cock was throbbing,pressing up ...gainst my jeans,as my fingers spread her pussylips and i gently slipped a finger inside her.she moaned in my ear as she ran her tongue up and down my neck.i was just a teenager at the time but was ready to take this hot mom and make her cum over and over.i dropped to my knees and with one motion,had her panties off and twisted her around to. At the party I wasn't tied down, nor was I immediately accosted by her highness. I looked to see if her dad was handy. He wasn't. I was trapped, as one might say, in a gilded cage filled with high school A-listers and assorted invited outsiders. The music was loud and not to my baroque tastes. The food was a cholesterol loaded feast, and I toyed with the idea of maybe giving my heart something to complain about besides my dream girl's lack of attention. At any rate I declined to commit any. ” Then I would toss in a variety of comments, like how she would have to eke out a living hustling guys on street corners, or driving escort vehicles for her brothers, or even going back to being a cocktail waitress at a bar up on Sacandaga Lake, like she had done in college one summer. The place was long gone, and I used to bust her chops that it was a good thing nobody had proof that I had married a cocktail waitress. At some point she would start laughing and calm down.Finally, after my. I do this often with any student who asks but for Sassy I cannot get to the library fast enough. It is early evening, late dusk and the library will be open just another half hour. The librarian gives me the key to one of the small conference room while giving Sassy a knowing glance. Sassy and I enter the middle of the rooms at the very back of the stacks and sit next to each other with the large plate window next to the door across the table from us. People are strolling by within easy view.