Margaret is like an old mother hen with connections. I spent a great deal of time at Margaret’s house growing up. I found out that Elizabeth was ori...inally from the Buffalo, N.Y. area and had never married. Beth attended Notre Dame College to get a teaching degree. While attending college, Elizabeth worked as a waitress, nights. Beth’s father died suddenly, leaving her mother, not a well woman without savings or adequate insurance. Elizabeth dropped out of college and moved back home to. Had shoulder length hair. And her body was 34C-28-35. She had fair skin. And a beautiful body smells. Her breasts were beautiful smooth and firm with dark pinking brown nipples. Anyone seeing those nipples would just get a hard on immediately. And she when she stretched her hands above her head. Her body silhouette and breasts would jut out. Teasing any guy to cum on the spot. We lied on the bed in our clothes. I was in my shorts and t shirt and she was in a blouse and skirt. We kissed each. I looked up at his face and noticed how cute he looked, my pussy got more and more wet as he massaged my breast and I looked in to his eyes. I bit my lower lip and reached out for his cock which was getting semi hard, I loved feeling his penis get hard within moments of being in my hand. He made me so horny and you know I can't think when I'm horny, I just want to be used. I'm glad his dick wasn't still small and he could shove it all the way to the back of my mouth without gagging but forcing. I was sure that was something like a plan of her. She wanted to prove to me and herself that she had enough power over me to make me take out my rock hard cock sitting next to my Professor in the cafeteria on her command. And she surely had that power. So I began to open my zipper under the table which is pretty complicated using only one hand. The first few centimeters are easy but when you get to the point where your pants do the bowl you need your second hand. Mum seemed to see my problem.