Well, I was a teen and in a convent school, the tender age when girls start talking about sex and penises- their shapes and sizes and start understand...ng more about their pussies, abt their breasts and more importantly about the world of sex. So, our class had planned a trip to Panchgani, and as we all got into our rooms my roommates – Shweta and Neha started discussing abt guys and that Neha had seen a classmate peeing and that he had a big penis, then I started talking about a porn movie that. "Professor Walker started. "That sounds kind of ... conspiratorial."Then a huge grin crept over his face. "Could be quite fun! But I haveto insist you call me Mort," he added. "I'm not one for formality."Mort turned and glanced at C, looking over the top of his glasses in asomewhat reproving gesture. "You know that."D quickly scanned Dr. Walker. He was short - perhaps five foot six, alittle portly, with gray hair that came with his sixty-eight years ofage. His eyes burned with an energy. Using the leverage of her doubled legs, she pushed up and down, riding the thick rail with increasing speed. Her hands reached out and firmly planted themselves on his heaving chest for support. Her breasts, glistening with perspiration, bounced and juggled and swayed in a tantalizing dance of desire from her chest. The pink, erect cherries protruding from the tips of the proud cones traced invisible figure eights and circles in the air as they jerked around wildly.On his back, he smiled up at. Her pale white skin contrasts with the black bed sheets. Her bush is nicely trimmed and I can see her still closed gash through her curly red pubes. Her breasts are firm and do not sag and are toped by small red nipples. Around her neck is a small gold crucifix. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight. I take a few tasteful pictures with my digital camera of her and go to her purse. No birth control bills but no condoms either. I remove her driver's license and hold it next to face and take a picture. Her.