Just wait,” she said.Before I could ask her to explain, she added, “Jenny’s getting coffee for us. She’ll be out in a moment.”To fill the aw...ward silence, I asked, “so you’re a teacher at Gil Thorp, as well.”“Yep,” Kim answered as she watched the door, not even glancing at me.“Oh, what do you teach?”“Languages.” She turned to look straight at me. “Mostly, I do french.”She licked her lips (mental Erp).“But I am trying to get some of the students interested in Greek.”Just then, Jenny came out. I felt her pull my knickers down to my knees and then her dildo at my entrance, the hard but slippery silicone pressing gently but with determination. It wasn’t big but who needed size. It overcame any slight resistance and then she was in me, her body curled over me a little, her hands under me, cupping my breasts through the silk of my camisole. The heat of her hands and the soft silk made me gasp. Her hips began a slow but relentless series of thrusts, gentle at first but I could tell from. He hung by his fingernails on the edge of oblivion for what felt like hours, somehow – miraculously – not blasting cum into his young student’s pussy. Ever so slowly, her muscles relaxed, her cries quieted into whimpers, and her throes settled into quivers.“Holy fuck,” she said in a weak voice between pants.Though he’d managed to claw his way back from the precipice of orgasm, every flutter of her walls threatened to push him to the point of no return again. Afraid to try to move, he lay. Seeing nothing he was quickly back in bed and within moments Marsha was experiencing another mindless quivering climax.Afterward she lay in his arms."I love you, Mom." And..." the words did not come lightly, "I love you, Chris." I didn't mean as a son and mother." Neither did I," she whispered in his ear.The kiss was tender. Finding themselves fatigued from their exuberant lovemaking she turned on her side facing away from him. He snuggled against her his arm coming across her body to caress.