My breasts quivered. My hips shook from side to side, loving this moment. The bliss of Zinaida’s nursing my cock while Katerina rimmed my sphincter....he president’s wife jammed her tongue back into the depths of my bowels, reaching as far as she could. My pussy tightened on her pumping fingers. The silky friction built and built, increasing the pressure at the tip of my dick buried in Zinaida’s mouth.I shuddered, my heart hammering in my chest. My orgasm swelled. My ovaries brimmed with. Mister Mason had become vested for his retirement and it wouldn’t get much better if he stayed longer. We suggested that they take our house selling their house. I thought that Mister Mason could get something if he wanted to work. That was agreeable to them. We would accept the different position for me at BG and Karen would become an assistant professor. We prepared to move.Our college was surprised when Karen turned down the instructor’s position. She told the department head that she had an. We decided to freshen up and meet at 8 pm and have a few drinks.The initial plan was to go out somewhere. However, since we both were tired, we decided that we could wait in my room and order food and drinks. So we ordered some chilled beer and some light food starters.The hotel room was beautiful, 5 stars and had amazing yellow lighting with dimmers that made the evening cozy and warm while we were in an a/c environment.Over few drinks, we spoke of work, life, family, and many things. But all. "How was that?" Layla asked."Unbelievable. Let me grab some tissues."He watched as she wiped her face, breast and nipples, which quivered and reverberated with her touch. As he used the tissues to wipe his limp penis and empty balls, Eric could see her lipstick come off with the saliva and semen residue.Layla had a naughty smile as she stood and crawled into his lap. They kissed and he began sucking her right nipple. In a moment, she stretched out on the sofa, with her head in his lap. Eric ran.