"Oh, yes Ma'am!" he blurted out with a red face. He had always wanted to tell this woman how beautiful she was. He wanted her to here how much he love... her and wanted to be her lover. But, he was always so afraid she would reject him. Matt would die if this wonderful creature left his life.Her sleek body pressed against his. "Matthew! You dirty boy. What am I to do with you?" she said with a little half smile and pressed her hip a little more into his hard erection sending a bolt of lightening. Vicky kept on to me about how convenient Westmouth would be, and she was right, it would be convenient. And it wasn’t like it was a bad university. It had a good reputation but... A delicate cough interrupted my thoughts. I looked up from the Westmouth prospectus to see Clarissa standing at the end of the table. Her loose golden curls perfectly framed an impossibly pretty face with high cheekbones, perfect button nose and piercing sapphire eyes. Yet despite her immaculate appearance—white. It could have been more. She wasn’t sure. She wanted to lift her arm to see the time on her watch, but was afraid to move. Someone could be watching her through the hidden camera on the light switch. She tried to sleep to pass the time, yet she was anxious for the show to begin and nervous not knowing what to expect.Her nose was itching, her back aching, her mind wanted to scream to escape the boredom. She was about to give up on her action. Suddenly, the hum of the elevator broke the silence.. Ms. Marcie's huge tits heaved as she came. My daughter moaned, swallowing her futa-teacher's cum as fast as she could. Some ran down her innocent chin, thick and white. I licked my lips, driving my cock down Pattie's throat over and over while she sucked and moaned and gurgled.My pussy clenched. My orgasm swelled so fast as I watched Ms. Marcie use my little girl as her slut. I watched my daughter gulp down all of her futa-teacher's cum like a little schoolgirl-whore. My body shuddered.My cum.