Kyle was an adult, yet I was not sure I wanted him to see something of that nature, in spite of what we'd shared between us. Before I could state my r...servations, he said, "My friend's older brother says it's a classic." With that, he turned the lights down and started the film.As troubled as I was at the prospect of watching something like this with my son, I dropped onto the couch and said not a word. For some reason I felt the need to keep some distance between us, so I pressed myself to the. I thrust my tongue into the depths of her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her pussy. I swirled around, stroking her walls. She tasted amazing. I could eat her all day.“Mercedes,” the MILF moaned. I shuddered as she called out her daughter's name. “Oh, oh, Mercedes. I've never had a woman eat my pussy.”“You taste so good, Mommy,” I moaned, loving this roleplay. I'd eaten my own mother's pussy. It was such a treat.I licked up to her clit. I latched onto that cute bud and sucked hard on it. My. The door to the office clicks open and then closed again and I can hear the click clack of Anya’s shoes. I tear myself away from Mr Watkins.“So you’ll take the painting then, Mr Watkins?” I ask, breathlessly.“I…” he answers, looking puzzled.“I’ll just get the papers for you,” I blurt, going around one end of the partition as Anya rounds the other. Striding to the front desk, my hands shake as I take up the correct papers from the filing drawers. I set them on the counter and lean forward. ”“Thank you again, Professor. You are really flattering me today.”“No, it is only flattery if it’s not true. I haven’t said anything that’s not true. But let’s get back to your thoughts about these theories.” I was running the risk of getting too personal with a female student, and that can come back to bite you these days.“Okay. Just hypothetically speaking. Wouldn’t this theory suggest that women, college women, should go after older men? Those men are established, have careers, there.