She was holding a yellow legal pad in one hand, a pencil in the other. This woman was beautiful, too, with coal-black hair streaming past straight, th...n shoulders that caused her generous breasts to point accusingly forward, as if saying, "Mine are firmer than yours, little girl ... These are the breasts of a REAL woman." Everything about this lady was proud, feminine, demanding. When she smiled, like she was doing now, her eyes were almost gleeful in their depth and knowledge and self. He was looking to the hole and that made our eyes meet. Soon, he moved over and ran his finger at the edge of the round hole. I knew the invitation signal very well. Dropping my shorts, I shoved my growing bigger cock through to him. I could sense him immediately go down in worshiping the Lord, my cock. I could almost see his wet face as he rubbed my cock around his face. Soon he got tired of this play and started licking the underside of my still growing, stretching longer cock. He tried to. Every time that I withdrew, it was followed by my cock pushing higher into her cunt.Katrina, started mumbling into my shoulder as I nibbled on her neck. My cock started to pulse and I felt her pull me into her as she tightened her legs around me. When she clenched her pussy around my cock, I started to spurt. I held her still as I emptied the contents of my balls into her. I felt and heard Katrina cum for a second time, panting into my chest as she clenched furiously on my tunic in time to her. His grey hair and scruffy grey beard gave him that older, sexy vibe. Don’t get me wrong, other than every girl’s fantasy to make it with the teacher, Professor Winston was not my type. When his question snapped me out of my daydream, I caught him staring at my breasts. I looked down and realized that my nipples were pressing against my thin cotton dress. His question was, what had kept me from attending his class this morning? I flushed at the thought of what had actually made me miss. I.