I then heard the unmistakable sounds of passion kissing between my knees. The only physical contact was the feel of skin, most likely shoulders or arm..., on the inside of my knees and the occasional swipe of long hair on my thighs. This went on for quite some time, then stopped as I felt more whipped cream being basted over my cock. The hot mouths then turned their attention to me, once again, and I was erotically brought to the edge of climax over and over again. My knees were lifted, placing. At 33 she had become a horny cougar and invited this debauchery into her husband's bed. But it was done now. And the guilt and shame was setting in again. The sheets were sticky with spilt cum from four different boys and her sweat. She'd have to change them before her husband came home. She could still hear the group of them in the living room laughing and hooting. She wondered when they would leave.The door opened and Cole came back in.Giving her an apron he said, "Put this on. We're hungry. Em was very fond of Vic. She ate as planned, just a light single course meal and one glass of wine. It amused her that this act of self-deprivation seemed at first to cause more chatter among the other diners than the fact that she was dining alone. Em assumed that the patrons of this particular hotel, which was nicely upmarket, were unfamiliar with the benefits of one’s own conversation. Or perhaps, she thought, they had concluded (this was Paris after all) that she was someone’s mistress and. It was this train of thought that got me thinking about the best case scenario, what if it all went well? What if, after the bell rang and the classroom was empty, Id stand up with my tiny skirt and my newly discovered cleavage and stride towards her. She would open her mouth to speak and thats when Id strike. The second her lips parted I could push my tongue in between them, Id taste the inside of her mouth, drawing her own tongue into my mouth so I could close my lips around it, sucking it..