But Ms. Whitman--Mandie--was something else entirely!She was a little bit older, maybe 30 or so, and tall, easily a match for my 6 feet, maybe even 6�...�1”, but what really stood out was the curves! Where Jessica was beautiful and slender, Mandie was beautiful and voluptuous, with prominent breasts that her very professional-looking business suit and blouse couldn’t hide, a narrow waist just above flaring hips, and long legs partially covered by a charcoal-covered knee-length skirt, with dark. Tonight was Friday night and Friday nights were special. She felt a little frisson of excitement as she contemplated the evening ahead and her tiredness was forgotten. With a final look round, she switched off the lights, pulled the classroom door firmly shut and strode off down the corridor.In her room, she dutifully crossed herself and curtseyed before the small icon on her dresser before removing her simple, black habit and hanging it carefully in the closet. After removing her flat-heeled. It would have to do: the mixed blessing of e-mail would cover the rest. My glass was long empty, and I picked it up and went through to the other room.The two women were on my bed, head to toe and naked. The wine bottle was empty and the aroma of recent sex filled the room. My cock sprang to attention and my sour mood lifted miraculously. Elena smiled and licked her lips exaggeratedly.'You've got to kiss us so we can give Magda a kiss from you, but you were taking for ever so we decided to pass. " Hold on there my sexy Pumpkin. Enjoy the pleasure of a slow fuck first then we will go for the ride of a life time." as I slowly pulled outward then pushed back in all the way, with those slow long in and out strokes.After a few slow strokes, I speeded up all of a sudden like, then just kept the pace up for a few strokes, "Oh yes Jake, that's it, yes, fuck me, that feels so damn good Jake, fuck me harder, ohhh, grrr."Then I felt her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock, and had her pussy not.