It only affected a quarter of them. Whatever else it is about me affected the rest.The guys can pop the girl’s cherries, as they give them their own... but I’m popping their eggs.I found that they were all ready to fuck, hoping to get somewhere that would let them get laid for the first time. When I was drying off, I had the place in my head show me that they all got off at least once. Besides ensuring the girls didn’t have cum leaking out, they were ready to go with me to breakfast. I did. As wave number whatever (she had lost count by now) crashed over her she moaned like she was going to die. Once again, he was relentless. Wanting him to finally have a turn, she rolled over onto her back. She said, ‘I want that tongue’ as she pulled his face toward hers. He obliged and while they kissed deeply, he reinserted his cock and continued thrusting into her pussy. They matched each other’s rhythm and they each felt their orgasms rising. She knew she was going to come again, but she. So you may think that being a dance teacher that my days of dance related sex were over, but you’d be quite wrong!I was about to teach a trio of young ballet dancers, 2 girls aged 16 and a 16 year old boy, I had taught them for many years and they were 3 of my best pupils, they were rehearsing for a performance in a weeks time and we were putting the finishing touches to their routine. They were due to do a full dress rehearsal that afternoon and they turned up for class early so that they. " I double-click the executable. I freeze. The entire screen is taken over by a weird, flickering pattern that draws me in and expands to fill my entire field of vision. the picture is replaced by a woman, lounging in bed, wearing a bra and a pair of panties.I can't move. I stare at the picture, drinking in the image. She looks happy, she looks comfortable, she looks relaxed, the bra and panties look nice and comfortable and lovely and fun to wear..."What the hell?" after a few seconds, I snap.