P’s hazel orbs, staring daggers into my body. When Lynette strummed her fingers on my desk and gave me a subtle smile, I took a deep breath and said... “I went back through my notebook from the fall ... when we were going over Twelfth Night. I recalled a certain English teacher, the one and only, Mrs. P, saying that...”“Stop, stop, stop!” Mrs. Pierce fired off with a huge smile on her pudgy face. “I know where you’re going with this, Mike; and if you’ll humor me with today’s lesson for a few more. "I turned, put my back to the stone wall, lifted her wide hips and got my rampant mast up into her narrow, dripping slit. With some effort and a bit of girlish wiggling, it popped into her tiny hole and began to sink slowly into her tight little cunny."Gah," she gasped out as I held her butt and rammed it steadily up into her. "It's too big," she sighed, trying to pull away, pushing my chest with both hands.I pulled her thighs above my hips one by one and turned to press her shoulders to the. Despite being on the fifth floor there also wasn’t a lot of daylight in her living room. Since Ilse’s windows faced east, it meant that in the morning there would be a lot of light in the room; however, in the afternoon things would tend to get dark quickly.Her apartment was well kept, probably cleaner than my own house and it made me consider that it’d be a good idea after all to hire her as a cleaning lady.I sat down on the couch after Ilse made the introductions, while Ilse sat on an. I somehow managed to keep the arousal that coursed through my veins contained long enough to introduce myself. Her voice was soft and sensual and the sound of it brought a great wetness to my pussy. As for the shivers of arousal that ran down my spine, they were a result of the skin-tight dress she wore. We exchanged small talk. I am rather shy by nature, so I took a sip of water every few seconds to keep my hands busy. It worked quite well to keep my nervousness in check, but it soon brought.