Her pussy felt like it was boiling and her juices had saturated the tiny g-string and were trickling down her thighs, threatening her custom paint-job... She was getting very light-headed and her breasts felt swollen and heavy, just as though they were real udders and she was really being milked. Her eyes began to roll back in her head as she felt the beginnings of a climax come over her. Suddenly, Bill stopped pulling on her nipples. The abrupt cessation of sensation made her eyes snap open. She. It consisted of a small living room, a bedroom with two twin beds, and a bathroom. She was supposed to have had a roommate. However, the prospective roommate had gotten ill just prior to the beginning of classes, and she still hadn’t arrived on campus. As Bill and Joan studied together, their personal relationship gradually changed. They were slowly growing closer. What had started out as two friends helping each other with homework, had grown to become something more. After several weeks,. Though he can’t have been more than a year or two older than me, I felt terribly young and inexperienced compared to him. His expertise rivalled even that of Christian and I was certain the two had been intimate at some point in the past, though my brain reeled at the thought of what it must have been like for two forces of nature such as themselves to lock horns in sexual combat. Still panting and hot, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation of slipping under water as his fingertips. James insists."I suppose I am, but, you're my teacher, & you're married." Sara responds."As if my husband has any clue what real women want. Let's use my desk. We'll take it slow. By the way, call me Jesse."Jesse lays Sara down on the desk & then undoes her bikini top. She straddles Sara & kisses her deeply. Sara moans with at the pleasure of having her teacher's tongue down her throat. She continues to kiss Sara as she undoes her young, eager-to-learn student's pants. She then slides her hand.