When Mr. Kushna introduced himself to the class, I was impressed right away. He was tall, in his 50's, and looked fairly fit and trim. He walked with ... slight spring in his step, the way runners or athletes sometimes do. He was wearing a casual Hawaiian print shirt, which gave him an air of fun, as if he wasn't going to take himself too seriously. I liked that. A teacher didn't have to be a bore. Especially an art teacher. Art was all about freeing your mind, experiencing the world visually,. She was wearing a matching red panty that was slightly soaked in her cum… It smelled great! I kissed her pussy from over her panty…Then slowly I lowered her panty holding it in between my teeth.. Although she had a little pubic hairs, she smelled amazing, it was intoxicating and making me mad… I just could not resist my myself and started licking her pussy…“Ahhhh …..” she moaned loudly and then held my head and pressed it against her pussy indicating that she loved this move…I continued. Aedan stuck out his tongue briefly. “Be ready at seven bells, love birds.” He slipped through the door, leaving Alistair and I curled together on the ramparts.“I was awful to you,” I whispered to my husband as he rubbed my back. “I can’t believe...”“No. You were hurting. I could tell, and I didn’t take it personally. I’m still not sure I really understand – and if Nate’s right, I’m pretty happy with it staying like that – but I knew you weren’t angry with me. Not really. I think we’ve come far. “My love,” Claire smiled.“Oh, say that again, baby: it makes my heart flutter,” muttered Alison into Claire’s hair.“I’m not sure we want you all a-flutter if you want to learn to deepthroat,” giggled Claire. But she said it again anyway: “My Love.” And, as she slid slowly downwards, “Here, turn toward the wall, lean forward a bit, and let me relax you first…”It was not long before Alison was moaning in soft pleasure, as she felt Claire’s clement tongue probing between her buttocks, gently.