Gemma had always wanted him, and she made sure he knew that. Every lesson she'd torture him, until at one point he'd stop in the middle of the class t...ying to control himself. He was a married man, and almost twice Gemma's age, but she didn't care. She knew what she wanted. Maths was as normal. Gemma waited to get Mr.Williams attention, and carefully and slowly applied her lip stick. This did get her noticed. Then, half way through the class, she took out her pencil and stroked her hot and wet. "You want me? You want me to help you?" she stammered, her heart bursting with joy."Would you?" Oh God, YES!," she cried rejoicing at what she hoped would be a breakthrough in their relationship.She paused."But what is this job? Can I handle it? I don't want to disappoint you." Kerri," he smiled, "you will be a natural for this job." Well, what is it? Come on, tell me!" she cried almost bouncing in the seat with enthusiasm."You'll see when we get home. Right now I think this calls for a. Come on little stud, eat me.”And I thought: “What the fuck is this? My aunt? A sex starved maniac?” while I’m running my tongue up her slit. As I thought she’s not shaved, she’s got a full bush but trimmed. I love it. She puts her legs on my shoulders, puts her hands on the counter and lets me eat her out like she’s never gonna get fucked again in her whole life. When she starts breathing fast I know she’s on the verge. I bring her forward a little and insert my middle finger in her ass and. I had mixed feelings about a number of perverse sexual fantasys ever since I was a young girl! My interest in dark sexual encounters was so overpowering that public morals, perception and my lack of conscious, as to what was acceptable, along with what was about to happen allowed me to easily brush all of these concerns aside. There were several things that happened to me that perked my interest in kinky sex with black men. I grew up in an all white area of Amsterdam in northern Europe and had.