I ran my hands up along the outside of her thighs, pushing her dress up higher. She pushed her chair as far as she could under the desk so that someon... coming up to her desk wouldn't see her pussy on display.I pushed her legs apart, and lightly ran my tongue up her pussy. She gasped, just as I heard someone walk into the office."How can I help you tonight, professor?" I heard her ask. I could hear the strain in her voice as she tried to keep him from realizing that I was running my fingers up. That’s why she was bent over now showing me the enormous and beautiful ass, but unconscious of my presence there standing behind her. I didn’t know when and how to get her. Well, I tried to catch control over this situation and began to make my move at once, already prepared and standing by for what would come ahead: I got my hard rod out or my pants to feel the fresh breeze on it. I began to jerk off a little bit for my rod to get in shape and got closer to her, slowly, to get. 'There is to be a special match tonight', she warned and looked at me. I felt my heart sink. Tara vs me ... I just knew it. It seemed to good to be true with the Captain letting Tara and I enjoy an hour or two of fun. It was just too good.I was wrong – well partly. As the entire crew crowded round the mat I stood next to Tabatha and waited. Lieutenant Ruth had donned her usual blue ringmasters outfit and was waiting for the mat to be set up and for Seawoman Alice to retrieve the box of nasties. Her stroke caused her salaciousness. It suppressed a lifetime of social and moral strictures, letting her do what she wanted to do for years, fuck her son.“Get on all fours!”Her eyes smiled as she slowly pulled her head back. I watched my length slide from her mouth. She dropped to her knees and crawled over in front of the glass patio door.“Fuck me here! I want the world to see my son fuck his slut of a mother! I want them to see me taking your cock.”I ripped off my t-shirt and strode to where.