She started to gag and struggled a bit. Igor realized that she was finding it difficult to handle his whole length and pulled her head back so that ha...f his length was outside and started fucking motions with her head. Anne found Igor’s cock head in her now without being in her throat and stopped gagging. She found her mouth filling up with his sperm. Hot, sticky, slightly bitter sweet and slimy. She’d never tasted anything like it before in her life and found it strange. But this was Igor’s. He was staring directly at my- . Oh, shit. I yanked the duvet up to my chin, which just left my bright red face exposed topped by my halo of curls. Mr. M still stood, rooted to the spot, with that glazed look in his eyes. Eventually, I just pulled the duvet up over my head, seeking to hide my tears of embarrassment and shame. I was mortified, I had just flashed my boss. Hell, maybe I would get a raise out of it. But, I realized that was a short lived hope when he spoke. ‘Do you have any idea. When we met I was the shy good little Catholic girl, very modest. I had sex with boyfriends, but not until I dated them for quite a while. Then when Paul and I were engaged, he started to buy me really sexy clothes, see thru tops, dresses that were extremely low cut and slits up the side. I would wear them for him , but I would always have a jacket or sweater on because I felt uncomfortable about anyone seeing me like this. Then one evening when we were in Los Angeles at a restaurant on the. Panting, we pulled apart and quickly rinsing off the shampoo from our hair and remnants of soap from our bodies we left the lake and went to my tent. I used a towel to dry off the water from his body and hair. Seeing him in the dim and diffused light inside the tent was like looking at a slightly fuzzy image. His body was familiar, similar to the bodies of other boys I had dallied with before, and yet new and strange, as was his face. I kissed him full on the lips and he responded, kissing me.