And inspected we were! The students strolled back and forth giving us the elevator look. It was immensely embarrassing. But it was also a bit … I do...’t know!The young and attractive teachers were somewhat over-represented, as should be expected. But I would say that close to half of those present would qualify as milfs. Mature, but attractive in a different way.Allison was there, as she had more or less predicted. She taught the graduation class and she was good looking, so that was small. There was always a second pile too, but this was different. It wasn’t the steepled stack of the bonfire, no. It was carefully arranged, sorted and stacked according to size and weight. This was the fuel pile, each piece to be added manually to the bonfire through the evening. I never did figure out why it was necessary. Finally, it would arrive: Burn Night. Torches made out of rags tied onto sticks were slopped with kerosene and set alight. The bonfire itself was slopped with diesel or. She looked at me strangely and I ignored her. “You have time to shower,” I told her before I went to make something to eat. I put on coffee and then made myself a bowl of oatmeal. Once it was done, I decided not to be a complete asshole, so I put another bowl in the microwave for her. I stood at the counter while I waited for the coffee to finish, eating quietly with last night on my mind.Had I gone too far? Had I hurt her? The answer to both of those was that I probably had. Did she deserve. Then just knowing he is hard enhances her arousal. When he touches her at all, another flush. And especially when and during sex, her body does everything it can to make HIM climax.Even the moaning and screaming is biologically tied to making the man release, and even to attract other men with which to breed.But she lays there and needs her partner, or partners, to bring her to climax. She grips and moans and gyrates, but she allows them to bring to the mountain top.And there it is. That's what.