I move my mouth to her left ear, slip my tongue into her canal, and upon retraction whisper for her to stand in place as I strip her, which I savor as...a fine liquor. I turn her to the window and reach around her middle with both hands. My fingers slowly unbutton the blouse that had assured her modesty all evening. I place the fabric on a chair that is placed beside us. I then easily unclip her delicate, almost transparent, white undergarment supporting her breasts. I drop it to the floor and. "You would have to do something for me." Then I swear she licked her lips but nobody else realised anything so I thought nothing of it. Our Teacher, Miss Jones, was about thirty probably a few years younger. She was the gymnastics coach so had a gorgeous trim body, some say she would have been good enough to go to the Olympics except her cleavage was too big. She had dark hair and soft pale skin, perfect teeth and a balanced figure. The last exam was over and everyone was excited at the. ’ Why exactly were these stupid clasps so damned difficult to unhook? He tore the bra strap in frustration. ‘That was my favorite bra.’ She pouted as she shrugged it off. The pout was both cute and dangerously dark at the same time. He had been hard from the time she took his hand to step out of the car, but that look was like a drug. His erection pressed against his jeans. She wrapped her arms around Gabriel, pressing her breasts against his rain soaked chest. ‘Sorry about the bra.’ He. That all changed when I met my present boyfriend, Mike. He is very good-looking and is nicely equipped but what really sets him apart is his ability to use what he has. He is very open, very creative, and has this ability to get me to try things I have never done or even thought about doing; and to really enjoy them. Each time we got together, it was something new. I kept thinking he would run out of new ways to make me orgasm but he never did. I had never had anal sex prior to meeting him..