I was twenty-two and he was thirty-five, and for one glorious year, we spent our time fucking, reading poetry and drinking red wine.I stay silent, so ...e continues, “And the answer is no, you have the honour of being the only person in that category.”“It ended pretty badly,” I say, laughing, because now I’m old enough and wise enough to know that he’d been right back then.“It was amazing while it lasted, but it’s hard to make student-teacher relationships work.”“Unless you’re the President of. ‘Miss Fotheringale speaks very highly of you, my dear, and I confess that I have recently entertained the idea of… how shall I put it? …adopting a more modern approach to the affairs of my company.’ I paused to see how the young woman would react and was rewarded with little more than a politely raised eyebrow — barely visible behind the thick, dark frame of her spectacles. I was however, offered a clear view of her blue-grey eyes as they widened a little, and I was struck by their clarity. I. Pausing to revile herself for how far she had fallen, Marsha's tongue flicked out and entered the woman's rear."I like that. Deeper! Yes!"Several more incursions into Karen's rear and Marsha knew her level of excitement was near maximum. She quickly moved to Karen's nest and her tongue found the waiting clit unsheathed and in a state of full arousal. Marsha's hands played with anus and reached up to cup and pinch breasts and nipples bringing the woman to the brink.A slight change of stroke and. They kissed, they played with each other’s breasts, and Mom masturbated Cindy as I pumped cum into her.I sat back and watched as Mom dove into Cindy’s treasure and licked her to two orgasms. Cindy sucked me hard and then she pulled me right into her pussy, pushing Mom out of the way in the process.Mom watched as Cindy and I made love. It was romantic, it was passionate, and it was pure love. Our excess love generated an orgasm in Cindy, a climax in me, and tears in our mother’s eyes.Mom told.