I grab his face, tasting the pleasure of his desire. Distracted, he allows me to take control to pull apart his tunic to reveal a pale sculpture bene...th.I nip at his skin, drawing blood and marking him as mine. He knows better than to return the favor - if we are discovered, he will be killed. My nails leave tracks down his carved muscles that writhe under my touch. He buries his face against my neck and groans as my hands trace further, grasping his hardening dick. Finally, he succeeds in. . i have to mention that before this.. i used to spy on my mother´s room while she changed or took showers.. her big breasts and nice.. round ass just keeps my imagination goin, and though i never really saw anything.. quite clear.. cause she might have noticed that i was spyin on here and everytime she would take her bra or panties.. she would turn the light off.. it was obvious at the time.. but anyhow.. we went to sleep around 11pm and it was pretty damm hot, first time ive ever had to. His voice made her blush.“Control yourself “she chided herself. “Sir, I was having some problems applying that equation you taught us last week, “she said. “Don’t you have a class right now?”he tried to interrupt but she continued. “I tried some problems on them but couldn’t really figure it out, “she said as she moved swiftly to his desk and shoved her textbook right in front of him completely ignoring his question.He sighed and then took a look at her textbook, there scribbled beside each. We looked around and immediately spotted Jon sitting by himself slowly drinking a pint of lager. He had described himself down to the last ‘t’. About 6’0’’, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, short hair, and black (of Caribbean descent). We went over and introduced ourselves. ‘Hi! I’m Lisa and this is Martin’. Formalities over with I sat down next to Jon, and Martin went to the bar to get a fresh round of drinks. We spent the next half an hour just chatting about nothing in particular – Just getting.