Father would usually be done not that long before mother finished her tarts and we would bring them to the festival for everyone to enjoy. There were ...sually people assigned to man the tables we put the tarts on, though sometimes either mother or father would do it themselves. I liked when they did not have to stay with the food, and the three of us could go and enjoy the festival. I would walk hand in hand with both of them as we went from area to area, enjoying everything the festival had to. She pulls away from her teacher and shimmies as luscious ass onto the desk and then beckons for him to follow. The teacher does and immediately closes his hands back onto her breasts. Emma looks into his eyes and leans forward for a kiss. They kiss again and again, deeper and deeper. Colt’s hands never leave her breasts to entire time that they kiss.“Shit,” she moans into the kiss.Her teacher pushes his tongue deep into her mouth just like he wants to push his cock deep into her body.“Fuck me,. Becky opened her legs wider, inviting him to take advantage of her, hoping he would end his incessant teasing and take her.“Please, sir ... please don’t tease me...” she whined rolling her hips at him. She licked her lips and tossed her head to and fro as he worked her.He smiled, “What’s wrong, whore, don’t you like the way I play with your pussy? Perhaps I should stop then,” he said, and withdrew his hand. He stood there for a moment, watching her.“Oh sir! I didn’t mean ... oh please don’t. Irene was really into her job as PA to Manuel, an executive with the big finance company she had been with for years. He sounded as if he was a nice chap from what she told me and I was quite relaxed at hearing her thoughts and desires how she hoped her relationship with him would go. The best times were whenever we got to bed and she would share her thoughts, her fantasies, of what might happen. I can’t tell you the number of times we would lie there, her wearing a nightdress; me in my frilly.