Then I stood up and began to unbutton my blouse. "I promised you a look at what you have been trying to see…”I said to Jonathan, looking directly ...nto his eyes."Yes Madam...you did." He replied as his eyes were glued on my boobs. After my blouse was off, I unbuttoned my shorts and left them to slip to my ankles. I stood in front of them, just wearing my high heels. I asked Jonathan:"Well… what do you think, boy?" "Looks good so far, you are one hot lady....” He smiled.I show some....you show. “Let me give you the star treatment.”I sat in front of her at first, feeling her fingers slide into my shoulders. She rubbed deeper; my breath got heavier. "That's not all that needs massaging, is it? she asked with a whisper in my ear.I turned my head back to kiss her small lips, slightly rounded, soft and responsive. After one kiss, I settled in next to her and pulled her closer. Our mouths found rhythm, our tongues began to dance and probe, and I rubbed my thumbs along her nipples. Her moans. There was a moan of disappointment from most of the men and Sarah laughed at that. She pulled her g-string down a bit further, then pulled it up again. She was making them wait to see her pussy. Then, she turned her back to them, looked round to see them, moved her legs apart, bent right forward and pulled her g-string right down to her ankles. Everyone cheered so loudly at the sight of her pussy lips between her legs. Then Sarah got down on the carpet, turned to face them, lent back so her. “What do I want to know Mr. Bumbles?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but I stared into his glass eyes. She then got the idea to ask about his teacher.*Why your teacher?**Because she is sexy and I like older women.**Why?**They have experience.**How do you know?*Heat rose in my cheeks as I blatantly asked my son about his sexual experience. There was no reply.*You won’t get in trouble.*The words made me feel better and a little disgusted. I knew by his lack of answer that some older woman somewhere.