She went with my movement, and we started making out. Our tongues wrestled in eachothers mouths. We sucked the air out of eachothers lungs and did thi... for the next 5 minutes.My hand slowly glided from her neck down to her shirt. Slowly I started to grope her firm tits. Because of the weed I had no idea I was doing so until she sighed deeply into my throat. She grabbed my hand and moved it away. I braced myself for a fit of rage, but instead she just stood up, still holding my hand. She tugged. I wanted so much to please my teacher so he would not get mad at me I would do anything to make him happy I loved him so much.I laid on my back on the bed head hanging over the side holding the biggest cuke I ever saw about 16" long and fatter then any cock I ever had up until that point. I put the tip of it in my mouth and started sucking it like a cock pushing it deeper and deeper. my throat fully open i kept pushing it in vowing to myself not to stop . 6" 8" 10" no problem starting to gag. According to her mother he was a wonderful guy, but where girls were concerned, he was out to lunch. "I think he's like your father, darling," her mother had said. "The reason he was so effective in the Corps was that he sublimated his sex drive in his work. If I hadn't come along your father would still be a bachelor! And Mike Morris is the same way, I hear."Her mother told her that Mike hung out at the bar at the Ramada Inn every Friday night with the rest of the bachelors who didn't have. Abigail knew what he intended to do with it. She was not entirely ignorant of the ways of men and women, and knew what her husband would expect her to endure. Yet here was Margaret, seemingly eager for what Abigail’s mother had explained was a woman’s painful and humiliating duty. ‘The man’s pleasure is in the act,’ Jane Creighton had explained to her shortly before Abigail left home for Dame Agnes of the Hills. ‘The woman’s joy comes when she fulfills her purpose and holds her newborn babe in.