You are so pale and perfect, so soft and curvy and NAKED…You smile, reach toward the coffee table, and put on your glasses. “How’s that?” you ...hisper, simpering a little.You know you look good. You can see it in my face. I’m jacking like a crazy man, my mouth hanging open stupidly as I stare at your face. Your face. Then my eyes move downward as I jack, pumping desperately. “I’m gonna shoot,” I grunt out, my voice grating, my face red and congested with my oncoming express-train orgasm. My. "Alan took a hard look at his former teacher. In his mind, Mrs. Clarke didn't look that much older than she did on his last day of class. There were a few more subtle lines in her face, but that seemed to be all. Even back then, except for her hair, she really hadn't looked her age. Her hair had turned prematurely white in her mid-thirties. Rather than dye it back to its original shade, she had decided to keep it natural.In fact, Alan remembered quite well a discussion he and a number and his. Instinctively I put my right hand over my breasts and my left found its was to my mound to try to cover my pussy. Mary and Jim looked at each other and started laughing. I watched as Jim walked over to Mary to get a glass of wine. I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock as it bounced up and down as he walked. I felt a tingling desire building inside me. As Mary poured the wine, my eyes shifted to her breasts as they jiggled, then back to Jim's bobbing cock as he pushed himself up to Mary's back. I. I used it on Karen and Aimee to bring them out of something like a catatonic stupor. With Lydia, I only made it so she couldn’t tell anyone about what we did.”“What about Tara and Susie?” she asked with a smirk.“Part of the reason Aimee’s husband found a mistress was because she wouldn’t do some of the things he wanted to do in bed. I agreed to help her and promised that I could get her husband back for her permanently if she let me show her that what he wanted wasn’t as nasty as she thought it.