She answered with a quiet moan. "Good teacher." Her hand brushed over my hair, patting me like an adored pet. "Don’t stop. Undress for me." Oh my go...! I can’t," I mumbled, barely comprehensible with the toe in my mouth, "someone might come in!" Nobody’s going to come in," she cooed. "Everybody’s already left for the weekend, the other classes ended an hour earlier so your colleagues are away too, and the janitor won’t start cleaning for at least an hour."She was right. There was always some. She playfully pushed him away as she stood upright again. She sat on the toilet, excited to have her son with her as she pissed. It was such an intimate, personal act, and it was thrilling to have him watch her.She began to piss, and Mike stood close to her, feeling her tits as she sat there. Then he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, chewing lightly as his hands moved over her hips and thighs.When her son pressed his hand between her legs, Lisa could not believe he was taking the. As I was slipping on the negligee andstraightening my panties, I heard the door downstairs close. Even aftertwenty years of doing this, that part always scared me. Holding my handon the dresser by the door, I peeked downstairs which was in full viewfrom my bedroom. (It was one of the reasons I got the townhouse.) Arniewas standing by the door and looked up at me. When he saw me peeking, hesmiled and waved.Arnie and I have been doing all sorts of sexual things since mine and histeenage years. He. He reached for his first edition copy of “The Great Gatsby” and shoved it into his carry-on. At the airport he whisked through immigration and waited in the lounge for the flight to Bali sipping on a wonderful latte. Issy’s plane arrives in Hong Kong and she get’s off to transfer to the Bali flight. She is told the Cathay Bali flight is at Gate 46 and heads there to make sure she doesn’t miss the flight. There is a two-hour wait so Issy finds a seat by the new gate and tries her best to sleep..