I didn't find myself attracted tovery many women, there was something wrong with my attraction radar, Iwas more attracted by the older female professo...s than the femalestudents. The female professors were confident and projected power, theywore pencil skirts and high heels and nice belts around their waists. Onsome days they wore their hair up and were stern faced. If the class wastoo difficult and I got a bad grade I could only handle the stress ofthis by imagining that the female professor. I panted, gasping for breath. I gripped the armrest of my chair. My glasses shifted on my face as I sucked in deep breaths. It was an amazing orgasm. I loved every moment of this. I savored all the passion.“Damn,” I panted. “Goddamn, that was amazing. Look at you, Dolly. Just so beautiful.”“I am,” she moaned, staring up at me with her face painted in my spunk. My pearly cum ran down her lush features. When it reached her plump, bee-sting lips, she swiped her tongue out and gathered up my seed. Of course, Carolina wanted to be joined, but at the same time she wanted to get the impression that Andressa had the same urges as herself. The assistant, on the other hand, liked it better to get told – no, ordered – what to do, and felt uneasy just openly admitting her preferences, even though she couldn’t think of anything more exciting than to accompany the powerful, rich woman on her secret endeavours.It could all be so easy, she thought. They both wanted the same, lusted for the same. Instead, Jane wanted to talk about the feeling she'd gotten when she first saw me that afternoon."I could tell that you wanted me. My pussy got so wet that I became embarrassed." I know, I could smell you." You're lying. You couldn't smell me," she said, blushing."Those mothers could smell you, too." No, they couldn't smell me. They were looking at your crotch." Mrs. Crumbly could smell you, and her back porch is some distance from the pool."Jane nodded her agreement. "You may be right. That.