Greene teaching naughty lessons, including having sex with her daughter, Allie's slutty friend Karen. I wanted Mrs. Greene to teach my futa-cock so ma...y things.Sweat broke out across my forehead as I sat down in the class. Mrs. Greene smiled at me and said, “I've heard about your issue,” she whispered, leaning over my desk. Her large breasts swayed before me, constrained in her silk blouse. I smelled her perfume. Her short, black hair framed her lush and mature face. “If you need anything...”I. “What do you see?”“I see ... that you still owe me a little less than a million years of kissing.”A surprised giggle tickled my ears and a warm hand caressed my cheek. For an instant her intensity relented. “Fine, but you’ll have to wait for that! What else do you see?” she pressed again.“You ... Your eyes ... Your—”“Besides me!” she cried.I was about to protest that she was nude by her own demand, but then I saw it. The piece was retinally etched, after all.Duh... But then I really saw. He would remove it later while he had unspeakablefun with her while she was blindfolded. He looked in her eyes now as she slowlyundid the buttons of her sheer black blouse revealing a low cut red bra whichbarely restrained her huge breasts. She was trying her best to hide it, buthe could see the fear and trepidation, It made him feel even better. He lookedback at her body as she pulled down the red leather mini revealing sheer blackhold up stockings. She took off her shoes to let the skirt fall. Who ever we are, we carry baggage built up over time some from our early teenage period, mine has been built up layer by layer over sixty years, and mine was both physical and mental. I now have AMD (Age Related Macular Degeneration) so I can not get around being not allowed to drive a car, so potential lovers need to be mobile and visit me, there were many who did but found the travelling for necessary courtship exhausting. My mental baggage has to do with not recognising the signs that pass.