Sven’s shirt was clean, but the collar and cuffs were frayed in places. His vest was well-worn and had seen better days. Signs of fine mending were ...isible here and there on his trousers. His boots were clean and polished, but worn out. Ellowynthe could feel Sven’s soul deep inside of her and there was a richness to it. He was a simple and honest boy, full of kindness. Ellowynthe smiled. She liked what she felt. There was a love of nature in him that she found attractive. He was tall and lean,. . She makes eye contact with him as she rubs, and smiles as she speaks. “Now ... Can we be friends, eh? Can we be good friends?” and then leans in and wraps her arms around him in something of a bear-hug - putting her arms around his neck/shoulders and leaning into him so that his furry chest presses up against her own firm boobs, the hairs tickling her erect and very sensitive nipples.She breaks off the hug, taking him by the collar with one hand as sits back onto her arse, then to the side -. She was just built the right way, if you ask me: shapely with wonderful skin. She had light blonde/gray hair that fell around her face and shoulders with bangs over her perpetually happy eyes.She was always well dressed; conservatively but still a hint of suggestion. Button-up blouses with halters underneath. Flowing skirts. Her nails were always done. Her makeup always right.Oh and those tits. Big, round momma tits. They weren't obvious, but they were impossible to not notice if you were a. ‘Lick my cunt, honey! Oh, that feels so good, darling.’ Rich stroked his cock as he watched his friend eat out their sexy teacher, who seemed to have lost all of her previous reluctance. Steve hungrily licked and sucked, sluicing his tongue up and down between the juicy folds of his teacher’s musky pussy. He made little kissing, slurping sounds as he tongued up her fuck-juice, loving the taste of his teacher’s hot, dripping cunt. Miss Trottle thrust her right hand under his forehead, opening.