Ding. Everyone else quickly packed up and left, as this was the last class of the week, however he remained in his seat; watching her. She noticed, b...t did not say anything. She had always noticed how Ray had stared, and she liked it. It made her feel hot, and wet. He began to pack his stuff and move towards the front of the class, towards her. When he got there, he nervously said, "Miss?" "Yes, Ray?" she replied. "Em… I…" He was panicking. He was also staring at her. She was wearing a white. Sitting there being fingered, body licked off, a cock in each hand I closed the eyes. I felt like in a half-way decent porn movie. A high self-esteem woman, 30 plus years old, who enjoys her occasional horniness. A woman obsessed with sex beyond civil measure, satisfied by her husband and others; a fantasy Paul and I share. Paul, my conjurer, made me discover the hidden pleasure of my soul and pussy, sharped my senses, and realized my exceptional physical and genetic predisposition. He. I take my hand and gently brush your hair to one side. Strands flow away revealing your beautiful smile. You blush and giggle as I kiss your neck, grunting slightly.Your giggling disappears though as I begin to fondle your breasts firmly in my hand as I suckle on your neck close to your clavicle. My hand sliding down your side and over your hips before coming to a rest on your silky thighs, my fingers stroking your labia as your legs open further like the flowers to the sun. Those giggles. I walked into the bathroom and didn't see him. "Tom!?!" I yelled out looking for him. I had always been attracted to Tom's deviously curly blonde hair, his entrancing green eyes, and his long slender figure. Often, when he talked to me, I would see a bulge in his pants and think he was attracted to me too. That thought made me happy. I always had a fantasy of him railing me. Not what most girls dream of I suppose. I often imagined how I would like to swallow his cock while he would eat my.