Professor Nelson was a man who appeared to be caught within several ages at once. His hair was bright gray, but in contrast to his unwrinkled face, it...was as if his hair had suddenly changed color from stress of some kind. His personality was of someone who had just given up on life… no, like someone who had been beaten by life. He was never mean nor happy, enthusiastic nor uncaring, slow nor energetic. The only problem was that he reeked of menthols.“Mr. Stevens, if you’re going to sleep in my. In the midst of my heavenly jubilation, I felt lava gushing inside me. It burned with the sweetest pain and intensified my orgasm. He sat beneath me, holding me tight against his crotch as his dick erupted like an apocalyptic volcano. Every heave of pleasure that washed over him was visible as he shook and quivered, spewing endless thick streams of cum directly into my cervical opening. The sizzling sensation of his molten cum ablaze inside me had my pussy gushing and me begging for me.We. .. an old phone booth. Well, it was a little bit more impressive than that; Around the back and on both sides of the booth were massive computer banks, looking like something out of the sixties, and all the glass of the phone booth had been replaced with sheet metal. Rough cut and slightly singed sheet metal, to be specific. It looked like touching the booth door wrong could easily give you tetanus, which is probably why there was a handle glued onto the door, recycled from what Roy assumed was. Instead, it’s watching them engage in a long passionate french kiss. She leaned over to me gave me a quick peck on the cheek, said thank you. I told them I'd keep watch.I do enjoy watching her kissing another man and her reactions when they sigh and share more passionate kisses. Ed moved his hand and began feeling Deb's tits she moaned and was his to have. I told him you can make her cum if you squeeze tits and nipples, within minutes she was moaning telling him not to stop. As she started to.