You take me into your mouth. Your lips and tongue work down the length of my cock. You take me deep and at the base of my shaft you pause for a moment... one second, two, three. I can feel your tongue against me. Then you let me go and give a little gasp as you look up at me. ‘Yes, I love it,’ I respond. Encouraged, you take me back into your hungry mouth and begin to suck. Your right hand works up and down along my shaft as your left caresses my balls. I am listening to the party going on. Her kids didn’t live close and she hadn’t made many friends. No hobbies to pass the time either.This was intriguing though. It read, “Mature Sex Goddess gathering on Wednesday evening”. An address that she surmised was a private home was given as well and an email to RSVP. “What the hell,” she thought. It would at least be interesting although she’d never consider herself a candidate for membership.She was sixty-nine years young. A number that she had wryly noted the sexual significance of on. She was right about something else too. I did not leave school that day until Mike had fucked me. But, I was not the only one to leave the school that way. I made damn sure Mike did too.Next morning in the staff room, was a bit of an uncertain few moments to be honest. We didn't know if anyone knew what had happened, but it turns out that they didn't. Then Elsie walked in and saw me and Mike. She smiled at us both, but not so cruelly this time. I had a lot to thank Elsie for, and I took the. " "They really know?" "Call them, Michael." "All right." "Michael, will you please call me after you talk to them?" Disconcerted by the discovery that my girls might actually know what Jeanne was doing, I said, "Yeah, sure, of course I will." "I have a busy morning. Will you call me after lunch?" "Sure, right after lunch." "Michael, this doesn't have to be the end of us. Talk to the girls, they'll help you understand." "I will." I was feeling morose. My voice reflected my mood. Jeanne said,.