Mr. Wilson smiled at Sarah. Smart and feisty. He liked that. “Succulent,” he declared. “Moist and juicy. One look at her succulent lips comprom...sed the firmness of his untested scruples.” Sarah felt her insides grow warm from her arousal. She rose from her seat and walked toward the teacher’s desk. She slowly ran her fingers through his gray-black hair and brought his face close to hers. “Acquiesce, ” she whispered into his ear. “To agree without protesting.” Sarah gently clutched onto his. She was getting more and more frustrated the longer it took to get off, she curled a finger up to find her g-spot trying to bring herself off. She even fantasized about the last man she fucked. He was a middle aged racoon she met in the park last weekend, after flirting with the racoon for a while she took his hand and lead him into the bushes by the walking path she pulled her panties to her knees then getting down on all fours and lifting her dress up over her nice round ass. Looking back at. ...It happened last night. The guys had all been debating whether Mom would ever really do anything or not. For the last two weeks, once we finished our soccer training, Jim, John, and Steve would come over and we would all strip down and soak in the hot tub and drink a couple of beers. College was a lot different than playing in High School.John noticed it first, on the second night that we were out. The bedroom blind parted just a little and if you watched carefully, you could see the motion. .. I felt rather dazed after my encounter with the Misses. The weed certainly helped on that score, but also the approaching performance became all-consuming. Once the overextended guitar solo – Didn’t I fucking call it? – came to a close and the crowd caused a seismic shaking of the stone structure, I drifted back down to the cabin. I opened the door and stood in the opening, silent, simply gesturing for everyone to start moving. I waited as they filed past me and we returned to the Castle in.