.yessss!" I was doing what my body was commanding me to do. Mrs Sharma was trembling in my embrace. She was feeling my boobs at the same time. Then lo...ering my head, I took her nipple completely into my mouth and began tonguing it as I heard her give a deep moan. Her skin was soft . Her moaning and the feel of her nipple against my tongue was driving me insane. I threw one leg over hers and began rubbing my pussy over her thigh. She took a handful of my hair and began pulling my mouth on her. She had watched him for months, seeing him squirm in his chair, trying to hide his erections. But she knew; she always knew when he was aroused. “Hello, Madam,” he said quietly as he watched her ample bosom from her white blouse.“Hello, Rahul,” she replied, her voice husky and low. “So coming to my house at 5 in the evening?” “Yes Madam,” he answered, his eyes running over her body from head to toe. He saw an ant moving on her bare arm and he touched her to flick the ant awat. “Did it bite you,. They licked and kissed each other until all of the professor's milky fluid was shared between the two women. Sandy had no words for the excitement she felt while driving home. It was a mixture of emotions that included both intoxicating sex and guilt. Sandy marveled at how Jacques, a man of an advanced age, could perform even better than her much younger husband. She didn't want to admit to herself that having someone taking a video of her having sex was incredibly erotic. She didn't even want. ”“You drive a hard bargain.”“I’m not the dumbest nineteen-year-old blonde you’ve ever met. Trust me on that, unless I’m the only nineteen-year-old blonde you’ve ever met.” She giggled.She had a lilt in her voice and a bounce in her giggle that just made me want to take her home to mom. Oh, yeah, that wouldn’t work. It was still hard getting used to. Less than a year. Just less by a little.It was Wednesday afternoon when I met her. I doubt I will ever forget that day, or the date it happened. I.