Thank you Mr. Wood, you wont regret this. Her teacher smirked, Im sure I wont. Now run along, I have paperwork to do and you must be going home. Emma ...lanced at the clock, Youre right! Im late for work anyways. Emma dashed out of the classroom, Thanks bunches, Mr. Wood. Emma stood at the counter of the JAC, the local coffee shop, chit-chatting with her co-worker and best friend, Sara. So he just gave you the number of the tutor and expected you to call and set up a meet. Sara said, as she wiped. When we reached his apartment, soft music came on. He'd wired the place somehow so that it did that automatically. I was surprised at the subtle eroticism of the recording he'd chosen. I suppose I'd expected something crude and vulgar from a younger lover, even if he was my own son. I should have known by now that Matt was a man of exquisite good taste. He took me in his arms and danced with me, waltzing me around his hardwood floor. I kept hunching my hips forward, eager. It was great feeling. Her lovely, hard boob on sexy pussy. She took her boob in to her hand and pressed it. Her nipples become longer and harder. Then he put her boob on my pussy lips and started to rub it on my pussy. Now her nipple was moving between my pussy lips touching my clits. Oh my god...... what a pleasure I felt that time. My pussy was being fucked by boob? I never thought it before.My pussy has started to releasing juices again with pussy - boob fucking. She could also insert her. "So, what more do you have to do?" I just need to get these in place, then tape and float them," I replied."Okay. I'm going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?" she asked."That would be nice," I said as I turned to thank her.Well, it was meant to thank her, but my throat clogged up when I was talking because at that point she had turned around to leave the room. The pink t-shirt she was wearing rose up with the action of her hips and I was given a shot of her lower ass cheeks! Amazing!.