I was there one evening in late winter, and Mrs. Whitewas rehearsing me on two songs I was to perform at the upcoming springrecital she always organiz...d for her students. After three or four run-throughs, we took a short break."Sandy, your voice has definitely changed since you started studyingwith me, but just not the way I expected it to," said Mrs. White."You've gone from a soprano to an alto in the past three years, but yourvoice doesn't show any signs of breaking into a lower range like. .. asleep? Ahhh... what if he's just... uhhh... been pretending... Oh, God, Jeff what are you doing... please... put it in me..." Not yet... Baby. Just let him suck you... Feel how good it feels." I could hear the sound of wet movement over her heavy breathing. She pulled one breast from my mouth only to replace it with the other. It was coated in her pussy juice. "Oooohhh.... lick it off... lick... it...." She kept feeding me her breasts, first one, then the other, as Jeff worked his magic. ”“They’re not in the house?” I panted as she leaned down to lick at my cock’s tip.She shook her head.“By the pool?”She shook her head again.“Damn,” I panted, leaning back on the pillows. “Maybe they’re checking the mail?”“Mail comes to the door.” Donna giggled. “I have to suck the mailman’s cock each time to get it. That’s the law.”“Of course it is,” I groaned, shaking my head. Donna stayed at home to tend our house. She used to be my wife’s supervisor at BT Chemical, a real bitch of a woman.. They showed me a picture. I must admit to being a bit shocked, but not to the point of being sick. You see, I am a paramedic, and I have seen just about everything. Having just come back from Iraq a couple of weeks before coming to the lab, I was a witness to some of the most horrifying things that a person should never have to deal with. I am just extremely surprised that you survived. Most people would have just given up, but from what you have told me and what I have been told about you, you.