"Lookin good", he says as I head towards his open window to say hello. He sees the beer and after the normal small talk asks me if I'm interested in m...eting out at his cabin for a drink later that evening. Little did I know what impact that chance meeting would eventually have on me.When I got to his cabin, which was more a luxury home in the woods, Mike was just getting out of the shower and told me to pour myself a drink while he finished up. His bar was immense with several bottles of liquor. Emma is engulfed in darkness. Alone.As she lays crying in the bed, this is more of a punishment than the spanking or corner time. She hates that he has removed himself so from her. She begins to think back to how this all happened between Donald and her. It was March 13th, a Tuesday night, when she went to the lecture and first laid eyes on Professor Donald Ryan. It took her to that Friday to build up the nerve to email him the first time. Then for a month, they exchanged messages, he had. Now, I'm going to put some cream on it for you, Ok?'Jess gazes vacantly, trying to understand.Spreading her legs apart, I begin to smooth some of the jelly around her slit. 'Your probably a bit sore just here too.' I say, slipping my finger just inside the bright pink lips. Her breath quickens a bit, although no complaint. Carefully I feel for her clit and she utters a tiny sob. Looking her in the eye I say in a level tone, 'Yes it is sore Jess'. Ok it's done now, I say lifting her down, we'll. As always, the sight of Lena's cunt tightly gripping the cock and watching her puffy lips move in and out with each thrust, excited me.As I slowly, rhythmically fucked her, I leaned to the side and watched as her huge tits swung to and fro, her massive tanned boobs slowly heaving as I shagged her, it was almost hypnotic. I thought that it would be nice to see her face as she came and perhaps get a better view of her swaying tits. Behind us was a full-length mirror. Still holding her hips I.