Also wear strong comfortable boots,” the Professor finished. Mare was smiling as we exited the classroom a few minutes later.Monday morning, the 9th...of March, we were up early, and Mare and I had a big breakfast, as the Professor had not mentioned anything about lunch on the trip. We had also purchased some snacks and water to take with us. We and our classmates were out on the parking lot at 7:00 that morning when the bus arrived. There were three of our professors going with us. Two were from. The next, slightly longer, was “You are beautiful.” It was the third, received just the previous day, that had dampened her palms and brought heat to her cheeks. It said, “I could smell your perfume in the elevator this morning. I want you!” That email had brought mixed emotions, mostly anger at the impertinence, but she was able to recognize that in her present vulnerable emotional state, the flattery and attention wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Dangerous, but not unwelcome. The email sat unopened. As she sat down on the bed toweling herself dry she glanced down at her new arrival and found herself wondering what had gone so horribly wrong. Realizing that she had no answers she continued to towel herself off. Pausing as she toweled her long golden tresses, Amy glanced at the phone on her nightstand, then back at her groin."Doctor Calvin Markson. You've got a lot of explaining to do." she said, as she picked up the phone and dialed the number.She waited patiently as the phone on the other. I could taste Chloe’s pussy on her lips, such a turn on. She pulled away and then kissed Chloe before saying to her, “I think my husband deserves a bit of attention from you now.” The younger girl nodded, she lifted herself from my lap every so slightly, Lynne lifted my cock and encouraged me to slide forward a bit before Chloe bought her pussy down just enough to touch my cock, I didn’t need any more prompting I guided my cock into the hot, tight, wet pussy. Chloe ground her hips against me.