’ I said. ‘I don’t know that we can afford this place, so don’t get your hopes up just yet – but at least have a look and tell me what you t...ink, how you feel.’ As we went around the house I explained as best I could what changes were going to be made and watched Helen’s face for signs of her reactions. Just as I’d expected, as we went from room to room and she began to imagine how it might look when finished, I saw how her eyes began to sparkle and how her face positively glowed with. Along with a parent blaming her for their child's inability to pass, let alone behave, and another student being hurt in a car accident, her ruined day, week, and month were now complete. Back when she was a middle school teacher, this would have been the norm, but this year she had decided to return to elementary school thinking it would be easier, and less stressful. Today made her doubt that theory now more than ever.Her usual twenty-minute commute became over an hour long, thanks in part to. But today wasn't Saturday. It was Thursday and instead of colorful bouquet, the old man carried what appeared to be more than a dozen beautiful red roses.The vision brought smiles to many of the women who noticed him and some had wet eyes of admiration for the devotion the man showed. Today was Valentine's Day and he was going to bring his wife, Evelyn, red roses.A few minutes later, the old man stood proudly and offered the flowers to his wife. As he stood there in front of her, he visualized. I managed to part my lips as she mashed my face to her cunt and my tongue snaked out and flicked her clit. I began drinking in her juices and as she rocked her cunt against my face I was flooded with the deep desire to stick my entire head up her cunt. I almost imagined what it would look like in my mind's eye, if she stood here and I knelt in front of her with my head up her cunt.I could feel my own cunt bubbling away as Sharon began to pant her cries of passion, suddenly it was like my head.