So as Iapproached my 20th birthday the missionary position ina darkened room was the limit of my experience. So ontoAunty Elsie.Aunty Elsie was my gra...dmother’s cousin and at the timethis all took place was a sprightly 71 and also theblack sheep of the family. By this time she had beenmarried 4 times and was known to be a “bit of a girl”as Gran would often say.By now I had stopped holidaying with my parents andyounger sister so while they were away my Grandmother,who lived. He hadn't ever tried to make a move on her because she was his professor and he didn't want to get into trouble and get expelled or something.But now? I'm getting my diploma in just a few days and I already have my final grade from her class so it wouldn't really be a professor-student relationship.So I decided to try and make my fantasies come true. I was going to try and fuck my hot professor.Mrs. Chase had told us she was moving in a few weeks and I had offered to help, which was why I was. I gave James a good look over, particularly his dick, which, like mine, was already becoming erect. We returned to the computer (me behind him so I got a good view of his muscular butt) and I selected an extra long anal sex movie of some bloke and a really sexy brunette.By now, both our penises were fully erect, and I could see that his was a bit bigger than mine, and waited in anticipation of taking that in my mouth or up my arse. We both spat a good dollop of spittle into our palms and began. I'm sorry, Arie. I'm sorry."I put my arms around him, the still-raw cuts pressed against his body. "It's not your fault. It's okay."I don't know exactly how long we stood there, or what would've happened if I hadn't looked up. But I did look—luck, fortune, kismet, fate, whatever you want to call it—and saw. Over Brandon's shoulder, I saw.And in the instant my eyes met Jane's, I understood.Understood how much she wanted to be the one there, the one in Brandon's arms, her bare breasts pressed.