Fucking is something you do with the oneyou love, but you don't love everyone you fuck. Howcould you?I dolled up in my sluttiest gear so I could make ...good impression and arrived at 8, as promised for my 9a.m. class.I found Mr. Appleton's office and was delighted to seethat the years had been kind to him. He was almost 50,but still buff and babish."Mary Theresa Schultz! It's wonderful to see youagain," he said. "Oh my, you're stunning! The mostbeautiful woman in town!"Mentally, my panties were. Rachael saw his body a familiar itch hit her pussy but when her eyes stopped at his mammoth manhood,she was terrified."how in the world will that thing get inside me?"she thought and for a moment she pondered if it was such a bright idea to lose her cherry to Michael. . It was going to be about her, and after she was pleasured, if she wanted to pleasure me, then that was great. I had been too quick and selfish with my two other women, not with her though. Haley was my prize.Her shorts and panties were still wrapped around her ankles, so I slowly slid my hand from the bottom of her rump down her thigh to the back of her kneee to her calf which I encompassed with my hand and gently massaged as I reached the clothing at her ankles and slipped it off one leg going. Ripe. A fully ripened woman in her 20s (which seemed so mature to me then), lips broad and sensual, blue eyes sensitive and knowing, straight blonde hair cascading down to her arms. Her breasts ample underneath their peach polyester prison, her hips wide and womanly and topped by little love handles, her thighs pneumatic, stretching the artificial fiber to its tensile limits, forming a pair of perfect smooth ovoids in which flesh and polyester seemed to have come together as one.Or on a sunnier.