So, my essay pass ok!’ I recognise her writing on the paper. The situation is clear. ‘Be a good boy.’ She laughs and leaves the room. As I look ...t the distinct writing style on the paper, I begin to remember… I usually read a student’s first essay with exasperation but this one was particularly bad. Not only are the arguments shallow and superficial with no evidence of real academic research, the quality of language makes it impossible to understand sometimes. ‘Very many of the global and. Would you like to come on up?" After what she'd just revealed to me, I realized how my question might sound, and started trying to backtrack. "I didn't mean for... I mean... I would if... But that wasn't why..."Her finger pressed against my lips shut me up. "I would love to." I pressed the button on the wall for my floor, and we rode the elevator up, in near silence, except of the occasional smacking noise or moan as we made out. We had to stop on the fourth floor, however as a stuffy old. “Fucking wonderful, if you’ll excuse the language” I replied.“Oh I think I can forgive you this once” she said moving gently back and forth with a grin that was as mischievous as I had ever seen on her face. “But only if you fuck me good” she added.“I think it’s you fucking me” I said as if to point out that she was on top.“Hmm, well in that case…” Mum then moved her hands from behind to in front of her on my chest and started to rise and fall onto my shaft causing me to gasp aloud.I think the. As I walk up behind you I can't help but be entranced by your loveliness. So close to the freezing temperature outside but with a sheen of sweat on your body ,caused by the power of the roaring log fire in the hearth ,and the noticable stain of dried sperm on your thighs, the remains of our earlier love making session." It is beautiful babe, but you know it's only the second lovliest view around here" I whisper, wrapping my arms around you and squeezing you as near to me as I can manage. The.