“This isn’t an appropriate conversation between student and teacher.” Kevin kissed my mouth very softly, so softly that I scarce was sure my dre...my hunk had really kissed me at all. But I knew he had kissed me when he whispered sweetly, “Why not? I’m here to learn everything that you care to teach me.” He paused, and then he added, “Besides, they say a writer has to have life experiences to write about.” I told him that I was very flattered that he thought about experiencing such a special part. We returned to the table, told the guys lets move this party back to their room. They were all for it so we jumped in my minivan and headed to their motel, on the way I could see Jordan and Lisa in the back seat, he had his hands all over her legs and was feeling her tits through her tank top. Once there the four of us went into the room it wasn't the fanciest place kind of a dive really but I was so wet I was ready to FUCK. I grabbed Zion started kissing him, he lifted my dress off me, I was. She slid forward on my chest and offered up her suit covered pussy to my mouth. I knew what to do here and my tongue probed and pushed on the satin fabric. She let out a moan and pushed her cunt hard into my open mouth. She was rocking her hips making the most of my lips to give her clit some attention. Her hand slid down and pulled the suit to one side and her shaved mound and lips spilled out. With both hands now she pulled her inner lips apart wide, and I could see every part of her. I had to change my driver’s license. I needed a car.I bought a car from my brother in law’s older brother. It was a 1950 Austin sedan, the kind hot rodders loved to put Chevy V-8’s in. This was stock, actually had a mechanical sun roof you cranked open. The A40 motor was one copied around the world even for Japanese production WW2 fighter plane engines. All these things included made me proud of my funny old little black sedan that leaked engine oil. But it provided me with transportation to.