" I knew that Julia would not teach from behind the big wooden desk. It wasn't her style.Dad was a take charge kind of guy. He fished out one of his f...rniture books, sketched out a plan. He then called her mom to find out her leg size. He didn't want it too tall. We cannibalized the mechanism of a rotating chair. We made it of oak, so that if she ever took it home it would match. We also gave it adjustable feet to fit on uneven floors.Marcie came home and helped us adjust it according to what. . I am off in my own world as I part the lower lips of my body to touch ever so gently and stroke with little flicks of my finger to access that teeny button of ultimate joy; make contact with the most sensitive part of me physical being - my clit. My longest finger probes inside of me as it grazes and brushes the tiny bump sheltered between my blubbery thighs. My mind conjures up its own fantasies as my finger slowly dances its own rhythm and cadence around my. The sight of her getting off as his Mom fucked him hard was sending extra signals of arousal to his brain. At first he couldn't tell what the signal was instructing, but soon figured it out. He held tightly to his Mom's bouncing ass so she wouldn't fall off as she jumped up and down. Then he leaned his head over to the self-pleasuring teacher."Ooohhh…Mrs. Darien…sooooo nice…uuuhhhh…Mrs. Darien…"She kept up her pussy spanking and looked lustfully down at the young boy. She wasn't sure what he. I wondered if she had "checked me out" herself, and if so, what she had thought of me.I'm north of forty (by a considerable margin!), and so my back stiffens up from time to time. (decades of Nursing in ER will do that to you, I suppose). Crowded into the booth, my back started to tighten up, and I leaned back to stretch. Spreading my arms wide, I was behind my seatmates, including Sandra, as they leaned forward into their conversations. She noticed my movement out of the corner of her eye, and.