Its starts off like this 18th January 2010 (holidays after my exams and I was home alone for a few weeks a hot lady went to see a house that was direc...ly opposite my house. This lady’ was light skinned who had an Indian father and a white mother and also she was my teacher who I realised after 3 months. She wore a red dress with black ultra high heels. I must say her figure was so beautiful, she must be 5ft 2 but with the heels she was 5ft 6. Her body was the eye popper as her breasts were. ” Instructed Bess. There was another bob of the head and the ‘Matron’ turned a tap on the top of the canister. There was a momentary squealing noise and a hiss from the open valve and the ‘Matron’ turned on her heels and promptly left the room, once more closing and locking the doors behind her. Trudy saw Anna and Bess sit up momentarily stretch their arms, fluff pillows and lie back down. Asleep, or rather u*********s as soon as their heads’ made contact with them. All around Trudy noticed. Those stretched and swollen red lips continued grasping and holding onto him. She held him in place, deep inside of her. I don’t think he could have pulled out if he had wanted too. It was not until his shaft began to slowly shrink that any real movement happened. I’m not sure if she finally released him from her well used tunnel of love or if he simply shrank to the point that his cock could be withdrawn from her pussy.For the next few days my wife complained about how sore she was from what. I’m a psychologist, not a physician. You must be Mr Farmer?” “Ben. Please call me Ben.” “Only if you will call me Jane.” “OK then, Jane it is.” Truth to tell, Ben was far from happy discussing his particular problem with a young woman. He’d rather imagined some elderly gentleman with wild hair and a Viennese accent. He decided that he’d better just make the best of it. “Well then, Jane, where is the couch?” “I don’t ‘do’ couches. Actually, I don’t think anyone does these days, outside of.