In a couple of hours, she would hand them each a diploma and most likely, never see any of them again. Bummer!Trish's eye glazed over as her eyes dart...d aimlessly across the room. Her gaze moved from student to student. I knew her well enough to know that, one by one, she was mentally undressing them one last time. Perhaps for the last time, she was imagining how fucking one or even both of those young studs might have been, or how it would have felt to have their cocks pounding in her at the. Round and round, moving more towards the tip each time around. Then you flick the tip lightly with the tip of your tongue. Back and forth, side to side. Your mouth’s wetness, combined with your breath, tickles me some. I’d say it hardens my nips even more, but they’re already as stiff as they can get.’ ‘I am so hot right now. I wish you were here. I want you to suck me. I want to feel your mouth on my tits. I want to feel you sucking my nipple into your mouth, sucking hard.’ ‘Do you like this?. She leaned over, sweat covering her forehead, and slipped my belt from the loops of my jeans. She stood in from of me and said. "I'm going to teach you responsibility, young man."She was perspiring badly by now. Her white silk blouse was glued to her upper torso. I could see the image of her bra showing through the saturated material. Looking straight at me she unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, wiped the beads of perspiration from her upper torso with it, then threw the crumpled blouse on the. Mom was the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a natural beauty. Even without makeup, she could give those Bollywood actresses a run for their money. Her long black hair fell just above her ass when not tied into a bun.Her eyes, I believed, were the most beautiful, the sexiest part of her. I couldn’t stand her beauty. I walked up to her pussy feet and bent down on my knees. I raised her nightie. Mom was startled and looked back.She saw me on my knees and said, “What are you doing,.