"All local produce!" announced Chrysanthemum proudly."Well, actually local produce is all we can buy," qualified Primrose.The television was left on w...th the sound turned down. It was screening a scene of a man masturbating into a cup: an exercise somehow associated with a cookery programme."I teach at the local Secondary School," Primrose went on, "so I get the best selection of local produce from my pupils. They seem to think that if they give me things, they might do better in their exams;. He pulled off his shirt and I pulled on his waist band. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. I could feel the heat of his manhood against me. The soft skin of his thick shaft and pubic hair. “Where’s your bedroom” I asked, embarrassed by my blatant lust. I dreamed about being in his bed. I stood before him, both totally nude. I had never seen his big, beautiful, manly body before. He was so hairy, nothing like the boys I had known before. I wanted him so bad, I moved to my knees. She wrapped both hands around his granite pole and almost seemed to be studying it. He let his breath escape silently, as if he were deflating a little, and set his thoughts of her accidental beauty aside as he leaned toward her, setting his hands on the table’s edges. When she held the tip of his cock against her simmering pussy, he anxiously ground against her, nudging his dome just inside her sheath.He kissed her hungrily and ground in deeper, feeling the hot, wet kiss of her body’s churning. .Realizing I'm trying to enter you, you begin to push me off of you, motioning for me to sit at the end of the bed. I oblige and sit back, legs spread as I watch you lower yourself down onto your knees, one hand wrapped around my shaft as you begin to lick up the shaft, across the tip, my precum making a string as you pull your tongue away, eyes full of lust at this point...I watch at least half of my disappear inside of your.mouth as you begin to rotate your hand at you move your head up and.