Art, writing, history, and drug abuse,” our stoner prof said. I swear his eyes were so glassy I could see the universe reflected in them. “Usually... a class like this would have a term paper or a test at the end of each segment. I hate reading term papers and grading tests. But I like art and literature. What I’d like at the end of each of our units is an incorporation of the developments during the period we discuss into a creative work of your choosing. If you are a painter, paint. ..he really had a decent cock and his stocky body wasn't all that bad. Standing out of his line of sight she watched as he stroked his hard cock; the velvety head glistening with pre-cum, and his face in that grimace of pain, pleasure and concentration. She lifted her skirt and slid her hand into her panties where the opening for her right leg was. She was beyond wet, the panties were loose enough to allow her the ability to maneuver her hand to her clit. Lea was playing catch up; she wanted to. Stiff helped his Mom up from her chair. We walked back inside. Stiff left the sliding glass door open slightly to let in some air, we then proceed to talk most of the night. It was getting late when Stiff was the first one to yawn. “It’s been a long day. I think I’m going to get some shut eye. Thanks for coming Mom to see me. See you both in the morning.” There was a long pause before His Mother said “Good night. I’m going to go and tuck you in. Like we used to do when you were growing up.” She. " she was smiling and running her long finger down her already moist slit. Not wanting to be rude I dove in tongue first and begin to eat her. Her scent filled my nose as I buried my nose in her thick bush. I grabbed her butter soft caramel ass in my hands and held her close. She ground her by now, sopping wet cunt into my face and I moved up to her engorged clit and beginning to suck it gently and I then inserted two finger into her sopping wet hole and rotated them until I could massage her.