As I sat at the table, my mother cooked me a nice medium breakfast, she served it to me, then she left me to eat whilst she went about her business of...doing her bedding and clothes washing in the washing machine, now I knew why her bed had been stripped, It was so she can put clean on, the washing machine and the clothes drier were next to the sink in the kitchen, and as my mother moved about, I got glimpses of my mothers mature naked breasts and her mature pussy, the mature breasts and hot. Off to dinner we went. Two hot teenage girls and the older man.We were seated in a nice semi round booth. I expected the girls would want to sit next to each other so I sat on one end of the booth giving them room to do so. I was wrong, Amy told me to slide over and sat on my left while Shelly scooted next to me on my right. I was sandwiched between two very hot teen girls.The waiter came to take our drink order. I ordered a glass of Cabernet.Dad, why don’t you order a bottle, we could all. I tried to make it seem that I was having trouble with Mr. Birnbaum’s class, that way I could just claim an academic reason. It seemed simple, but Mr. Bryant had pestered me with questions, and then said he’d have to ‘get some information’ before he could give me an answer. I had no idea what that meant. Maybe he’d finished thinking about it. As I got up to the offices, I knocked on the door as I heard voices inside. I heard someone call, so I opened the door. ‘Hey Mr. Bryant, I was wondering. He started to rub a little faster as she lubricated quickly, his fingers having no problem in gliding over her clitoris as he worked to try and cure her. His cock started to strain against his trousers, and her delicious sounding moans started to fill his office. He dare not relieve himself though, not while he was with a patient.‘Oh my God,’ Dorothea thought, over and over again. She felt so alive and ready to burst. In her mind, she imagined walking up to a precipice and peering over. Would.