In boarding school, we cut favors with staff, in return for illicit sex, partly for freedoms, but more for our own satisfaction, I was a horny teen an... gave it away for the feeling of having one inside.Getting out at weekends, usually meant joining a queue, to give the gate-man a blow-job, he never ejaculated, he just enjoyed a line of pretty girls kissing, licking and sucking him.Of course back then, we dressed as the Belles of St. Trinions, taking our inspirations from these movies, saving. For too long I had lusted for this, to taste, to suckle her fullness, to feel her round buttons that were her nipples. Bright red buttons atop light pink areoles that served to offer what I considered to be a gift of the God’s to any man lucky enough to feast upon her. As my tongue flickered on one nipple, and then the other, a lusty groan filled the still night air. “Oh God Alan,” my Mom whispered not too convincingly, “This…this is wrong…we…we can’t do this.” I put a finger to her lips as I. His chin and cheeks are covered in her juices, but he can’t get enough of her.He moves on to her clit but stops at her inner lips to suck on them some now. It is Emma’s turn to whimper in thrill as he does all this. She holds his head to her as she rubs his dome. She is not pressing him or forcing him to stay there, rather just letting him know how much she is enjoying what is happening to her.It’s only after she cums the first time, with his fingers up her ass and vag while he sucks her. She giggled to herself as that very thought crossed her mind, then playfully popped his prick from her mouth to say, "Tastes great." Less filling too," he replied and groaned in pleasure.The sound of her laughter trilled through the Volvo. "Oh, yeah, let's not forget that too!" And she accepted his throbbing shaft, almost devouring it in her haste to encase it deep inside her throat.She sighed as she felt his hand reach into her blouse freeing a breast from its confinement in her lacy.