As her orgasm approached, she moved faster and faster on his cock, occasionally throwing her head back, her long hair thrashing against the man's face...and shoulders. She was turned at such an angle to Jason as to give a frontal view of her face, and he could see all the different expressions of ecstasy come over her features as the waves of pleasure spread over her. The man reached around in front of her and grabbed her breasts with both hands, his fingers playing around her nipples. They were. Well, he was delighted with this and we chatted on and on about it until he asked me if I would see him again. And not just once more but regularly. I was really rather taken aback. He knew from one fuck that I would be good for regular sessions? Yet I was flattered and, not only that, I had just had the best sex since I had arrived in Berlin almost a year previously. I said yes with alacrity and then he came up with the idea that I should be his Muslim wife. What a day! The best fuck I could. As I was opening the back door I saw my mother pulling into the driveway. I stopped and waved at her and by the time I got in the house the man had his clothes on and was sitting on the living room couch. Dorothy was coming down the stairs in a loose fitting dress and from the way the material moved over her tits I could tell she hadn't taken time to put on a bra. My mom came in and after hugs and kisses she introduced me to her new boyfriend - the guy sitting on the couch. I looked from mom,. ” I was about to say I'm not a little kid, that I'm probably older than him but physically I knew I looked young. How could he understand that I'm not human, at least not like him?“So really… you want me but you are just afraid of what might happen?” I said.“Yeah, I guess...yeah. Shouldn’t I be?” He seemed to be debating it in his head.“So you aren't just blowing me off?” I asked.“No! Not at all. God! Are you kidding me? You are, by far, the hottest student to ever cross my classroom floor. I.