She kissed his chest, then his lips, squeezing his balls. Sliding her hand to his cock, she took it in her hand, pumping softly and slowly. Dipping he... tongue into her son’s mouth, she was delighted when he sucked it, his tongue licking hers.“Ooohh!” she purred as she pulled her tongue out of his mouth. “You taste sweet, honey. I bet you taste sweet all over!”Jerry giggled. “Wanna find out?”“Silly,” she whispered, squeezing his cock. His prick was almost hard again. “I know you taste sweet all. You know when to escalate, when to hold back. More importantly, you're skilled at the slow burn, drawing out my needy ache without a touch.A simple nod from you signals me to reach below. There is nothing but silence when I grip my aching length and give it a firm squeeze, a mute gasp escaping my lungs. In that moment, I feel every vein throb with a new intensity, nerves awakening with renewed primal purpose. A lone finger disappears between your folds, juices flowing, making the intrusion into. " I teased him. We looked at each other for a while. Then, at the same time, we sang in annoyingly loud voices. "BABY, BABY, BABY, OHHH!" We laughed. "Oh. We are the wierdest people I know." He said. "Wait, what about that guy that sniffs his goid instead of eating it at lunch?" I asked him. "Joseph? Okay, we're the second wierdest." He smiled. "Agreed." I smiled back. Ms. Donberry finally entered the room. "Sorry class. I ran into some trouble." She said, trying to tame her hair. She looked. How the other woman had got rid of her outer clothing was a mystery, but Freya, glancing across, noted the woman was still wearing a waspie, the suspenders holding up her stockings and a quarter cup bra. She watched for a moment as Devon moved from kissing her mouth down to the older woman’s breasts, held as if on display by the minimal bra she was wearing. A gentle cough from in front of her made her turn her attention to the tall, beautifully proportioned man in front of her. He looked down,.