One of the girls had gone on to become a contestant as our State's Miss America Pageant. She was now a banker's wife, an outspoken conservative Christ...an leader in our community. Another one was also a prominent local woman, and she was the wife of one of our more wealthy citizens. While she was 14 years younger than her husband, you always saw pictures of them in the paper at various High Society events. They were considered a "power couple", and she was also active in the "Horse Showing". I slide off the bed and took off my robe i heard her gasp. " Ni!" I smile showing her my great erection I have pounded many a puss with it. I smile jacking it infront of her pretty face. Im big maybe to big i never thought of it and wide. " Mmm look at it this is a cock you cant refuse," she trembles there on the bed she wiggles looking away. " HEY!" i grab her her face in my hand and bring her to look at my cock. " Im your master," I say through clenched teeth. She looks at me scared i. "She motioned for me to sit on the bed, so I got up and sat down. She pushed me all the way back, kissing me all the way down, licking the inside of my mouth. She opened my legs and began fingering me. She moved down and sucked on my nipples for a bit, then went straight down to my pussy. She began licking my juices, sucking on my lips, licking my thighs, completely taking me. She moved back to my clit and and licked away, as she fingered me. I felt overwhelmed from immediately. My body shook. Emerson could see the outline of my body through my dress. Finally, he looked up…saw me…smiled, said: “Oh yes Sherry…I almost forgot. Come in and close the door. I closed the door and walked to his little desk. We were alone and I wondered about it all. “Let’s talk,” he said, “about poetry and why we study it…how you will learn to enjoy it because, after all, lots of poetry is about love and affection.” I was blushing and felt a thrill. I didn’t know why.Mr. Emerson opened a book on his.