I got up, made my own breakfast and went to work. I came home and Carla served Phil and me the evening meal. Most evenings, the only discussion that t...ok place was between my son and me. After dinner, Phil would retreat to his room to study while Carla moved to the living room and turned on the TV. I could decide to join her or go to my office to do whatever. Not much of an existence when I thought about it. On the weekends, it was gardening when that was necessary, or washing the cars, or. It is difficult to tell exactly what he is doing, but I am sure he has also slipped a finger or two inside me. The feeling of the ribbons holding me securely is strangely arousing, and I pull against them, luxuriating in the sensation. Occasionally he flicks his tongue over my clitoris, sending my whole body into shudders of ecstasy, but always he keeps me on the edge until I am exhausted and weak. Now I am truly still, giving myself up to his control, the only movement I make is in response. She looked down her leg at his face and saw him smiling back at her. She could feel his tongue tickling the underside of her toe. His mouth widened as he took first two, then three toes inside of his lips. She could feel him sucking on them. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the new feelings he was giving her. He released her toes and began kissing the inside arch of her foot. His kissed formed a trail as they moved to her ankle, then the inside of her calf and the inside of her knee. Her hips. In one, her breasts burst from her top, spilling buttons everywhere. In another, she was bent over instructing, and her boobs were falling out. In another, her tits had grown so large she couldn’t stand up. Clearly the student had had a thing for her tits. It was clear that many of her students had a thing for her tits. Her peers tended to have a thing for her tits. Her tits were huge, as her boyfriends reminded her on several occasions by fucking them till they — her boyfriends — came on her.