She dressed chicly and her attention to small details assured she was always immaculately groomed. Her smile was easy and genuine and belied the stuff...ness one expected from the wife of a college professor nearing retirement.She and husband Donald had met when she was an undergraduate in college twenty-six years ago. She had taken his class in comparative literature and after the class was over and after a couple of abortive attempts, he had asked her out. She had, of course, been flattered and. I was surprised he knew my name. “How do you know my name?” I asked. “I do construction work at your school, and saw you there last week, and asked people what your name is” Trevor replied. “Hmm, I wonder why you asked me around?” I giggled?“I was mesmerized by your charm and youth”, Trevor answered. I liked the answer.“How old are you?” I asked. “28”, Trevor replied. “How old are you?”“Just turned 21 today, and I am celebrating my legal drinking age!”. Trevor laughed, “I was living in San. Juliette didn’t explain how it was different. I think I knew I had gone off the script of what was expected during spankings, and yet somehow, it had all felt right to me. All the words had flown naturally once I stopped second-guessing myself and got into the moment.“I don’t think she expected any of that. I certainly didn’t. I thought you’d ask her to say shit-hole, and cunt-hole and ask her things like why she smells like a fish when she is wet. You really are a very unusual young man,” she. So Debbie went to licking that pussy that much harder. Lauren grabbed a hold of her own tits when her orgasm hit and began grinding her pussy down onto Debbie's mouth.After the pleasure subsided, Lauren slithered down to pull Debbie into her arms and began kissing and sucking her own juices from Debbie's face. Lauren lay on top of Debbie as they folded into a rich, deep in brace. Tongues moving in and out of each other's mouth, tasting the essence of each other.Lauren moved over and whispered.