The professor’s protégé came from the Highlands, days far from the nearest big city. He grew up in a bucolic place, hence his interest in botany d...e to his close contact with an agricultural life. Unlike Trent, who was London born and bred, the McDougal heir showed no enthusiasm for nightlife. Otherwise he would have been swayed years earlier when being away from his family was a novelty. She should trust someone who had been a constant student for several years.Her musings were interrupted by. Anyway, welcome to the society. You better contribute as a senior student. I’ll have my eyes on you!”, she smiled.I was happy with all this and was planning a big move to make love to her. She was my wildest fantasy – I could’ve even married her if got a chance.I used to take part in all programs of the society and accompany Mam on whatever talks and seminars she conducted. I was the only final year student in the society. Things were very comfortable between me and her. She wasn’t strict as. “I won’t go back on my word, Tim but...I need a little time...to get used to things. Please wait.” “I’ve heard repetition is an excellent way to get used to things.” With that witty observation I penetrated her cunt and we were fucking once again.“I’m your sister,” Jean protested but I was past caring. In truth, that was part of the thrill of fucking her. No more than a couple of minutes into our session Jean started kissing me. “Oh, Tim! Tell me you love me even if you don’t mean it. . "Go close the door," she said, and as I got up she pulled the turtleneck over her head and started sliding her pantyhose over her big round ass. I loved the sweet fat-girl smell of her sweat trapped inside synthetic materials, and positioned myself, fully dressed, at her steamy crotch, where I started tormenting her by kissing her thighs licking along the line where her thigh and pubic area joined (thighpit?), anything but licking her slit. "So you told her what a sexy guy I am," I said."Right,.