The two of them spent every night for the rest of the school year fucking. Jacques’s culture and sophistication made Karen starry eyed. He, in turn,...taught her about sensual pleasure.All in all, Karen’s trip to that Swiss prep school was an extremely educational experience. In that, a forty-five-year-old French master of the art gave her an intensive one-year lesson in everything that she would EVER need to know about sex.Karen slowly turned her head to study my face. She needed to see my. " I was in complete shock, not knowing what to say, I just nodded. She leaned over and put my hard dick in her tiny wet mouth, taking it as deep down her throat that she could. I began to notice that I could no longer pay attention to the road. I pulled off as she proceeded to give me the best head I've ever had in my life. I began reaching my hand in between her legs to feel her panties, she gave me a slight giggle, and allowed me to continue while she was blowing me. I slid my fingers past. This wasn’t the first time with the tables in that configuration and I never bothered to cross my legs hoping to catch someone looking at my bare pussy.When the session resumed the same student was blatantly looking up my skirt so I spread my knees to let him see where the antenna disappeared into my vagina.The rest of the lesson wasn’t that boring.My second and last session of the day was in the university’s lecture hall. This is big, probably able to seat over a thousand students and is. My husband called me at about 14h00 telling me that he was on his way home as he finished work early. I decided to dress up all skanky for him, so that once he got home our alone night would get off on a sexy track. I went upstairs to my room and stripped down naked and then opened up my cupboard. I put on a short black mini skirt with out any underwear, a black push up bra with a white button up shirt. White thigh high leggings and a pair of black high hills. Once dressed I made my way to the.