She was the instructor, Señora Tompkins. Teresa Tompkins.The lady was in her thirties. I wasn't sure how old, really. I was just twenty-two and not t...o sure of myself in this world of academia. I hadn't been in school for four years. Not since I flunked out of my freshman year in college and went into the Navy. But I did know one thing. She was attractive as hell. I was smitten from the moment I walked into the classroom.Back at that time Sheryl Crow was popular on the music charts. Teresa. She had just done a brazilian the day before and she had a really hot looking landing strip, I could feel the bottom of it while I was sucking away on her moist cunt. Her moaning was getting louder and she also liked to talk dirty, "C'mon stud suck me baby, suck my dirty slut cunt, lick my lips, suck me off and ooooh give it to me give me your hard cock pleasssseeee!" She was about to cum and I stopped, I so wanted to put my ever so hardening cock into her moist hole but I had to now lick her. .. that's what I need," I purred. Ty didn't need more coaxing. He got into our customary rhythm, fucking me vigorously.A minute or so into our coupling, Ty asked, "Is this a safe time of month, Pumpkin?"I was half way to orgasm when he asked. "Yeah ... yeah..." I chanted. "Keep going, honey. I need this."Now I know the beer was clouding my thinking. Then ... all I was thinking was how nice it felt to have my lover's hard cock drilling me. My conscious brain wasn't in charge. My primitive. “I’ll have you one day, you’ll see” shot back Dave.“I wish someone would love I haven’t been sorted for ages, I’m a walking orgasm waiting to go off. Can I go up and get changed for dinner Sarah?” enquired Kate.“Yeah of course Hun you know where to go”.Kate climbed the stairs clumsily lugging her medium sized case upstairs. Entering the spare room she quickly slipped out of her clothes and opened her case. She selected a blue silk slip with delicate shoulder straps and a fit that hugged her.