If it looked more like a prison than a school this simply reflected the Victorian era in which it had been built. Across the road was a small and unin...eresting town, to which the girls were allowed limited access in the period of this story. Ten miles down the road was a much more interesting town, to which they were allowed none.The schools buildings were divided into three main sections. One was residential, with the girls' houses and dormitories at one end, another was mainly administrative,. So, he leaned his head down, and put his arms underneath me, to undo my bra. I took off my shirt completely, as well. So, as I was completely topless, he leaned his head down, and licked both of my nipples mercilessly for a couple minutes. I was going nuts, he soon had begging for more. Somehow, the spark was not only still there, but stronger than ever. So, what did I do? I put my hands on his head, to make that feeling even better. That's when I laid my head back, and just tried to contain. "I love a suck job sometimes even better than a fuck"."My son says the same", she replied as she continued to wipe and spit into the tissue. "He always says I'm the best cock sucker he has ever known"."You ... you suck your son off?" stammered Rick as he moved into the flow of traffic. "Yes I do", she replied. "I don't think it is right for a mother to fuck her son but I don't have any objections to giving him pleasure with my mouth. I know he does enjoy it. My husband left me a long time ago. He moved to stand behind her, making sure to keep her dress around her waist area, leaving her ample breasts exposed. He took his hand and brushed her hair away from her face and neck, letting it fall to the middle of her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and she leaned her head against his chest. He leaned his head down and kissed her neck, nipping at the skin lightly. His right hand left her waist to pinch her left nipple and roll her breast around on his hand. His other hand.