"You remember the first time we got together, in the back of that limo?" she whispered softly to me, her mouth close to my ear. "You remember how we m...ch fun that was, the thrill that we might get caught?" Natalie said, her hand now resting squarely on my cock, rubbing it gently through my jeans."How could I forget. That night was incredible, in a lot of ways," I whispered back to her. I realized that the whispering was unneeded, as the driver of the cab had on a pair of head phones and seemed. Then she looked up at my face, shyly again, and asked, "Do you want to see my breasts?"Damn! "Sure," I said quickly. I wasn't crazy, but I hadn't even thought of how it would escalate things.She let go of my dick. I knew I couldn't keep from cumming at this rate, so I was grateful for the break.Erin stood up and pulled her shirt over her head and off. Wow, what gorgeous tits! They hung on her chest, topped with big, swollen nipples sitting in a large, dark field of skin. My hand automatically. It was lengthy and stretched, spanning twelve inches when slumbering or taking a nap and making it as far as thirty-two inches when fully waked up and roused from its sleep. There was this funny, perplexing thing though. Miss Mila Brooks. She was Chases novel chair and tutor in Theories of Crime here at Wotton University in Las Vegas where he was studying his Law with Criminology bachelors. He was purely and naively a first year, new and fresh to the establishment and institution of higher. Most teachers just want a weekend off to have drinks and no k**s to deal with. We sat at a round table with 8 seats. Not long after we got there the place actually started to fill up. 2 black guys walked up and asked if they could sit at our table. I won’t use their real names but I’ll call them Steve and Tim. We all chatted, complained about certain k**s in our classes that we can’t stand, our principals and of course some of the crazy parents. We all got along well with Steve and Tim and soon.