I like the constant bustle of activity and I get astrong feeling of connection with the class. The shortposing time tend to keep the students view of ...e as aperson rather than as an object being drawn. I alwaysfeel a certain sexual tension between me and the classand I frankly find it exciting. I absolutely know Ihave connected if they watch me put on my smock andwatch as I leave the room. In longer sessions everyoneis busy gathering their materials and hardly noticethat I am leaving. Now they. “Oh, Amy”, she said, “Mom is so deliciously wet.”“Becca," I responded, “not too surprising given what your sister has been doing to me.”“Go on, Bec,” Amy said, “taste her.”Becca needed no further encouragement and I felt her tongue tip tease along my slit.“Oh my god,” Becca said, “so delish. Let’s lie Mom down so you can join me.”Amy and Becca were incredibly expert lovers. Where had they leant those oral skills? Of course, four hands, twenty fingers, two sets of lips and two tongues made a. He waited for a sign - something new, something not easily surrendered. When her tears fell from within the tangle of hair that covered her face, landing with tiny splats between his feet, he spoke."Look at me."Elyse raised her head slowly. Thick waves of hair parted to reveal her tear-streaked face."Interesting. What brings tears to the eyes of a wife as she sluts for another man? Is it shame, an overpowering disgrace born from the incapacity to control her own desires? Or is it simply pure. After a final shudder from the farmer boy she let his dick slip from her mouth. The boy realized she had been holding him upright as he was cumming. His legs were like jelly and he sank to his knees as she moved away disappearing into the darkness. A moment later a torch flared to life behind him. Turning to look, he squinted in the light as the ogress silently walked around the cavern, lighting other torches in various wall sconces and bathing the room in a soft glow. He looked at.