"I then turned to Candy and pointed to a chair, indicating that she should sit down. She did, and I moved to the other side of the desk."Barbie," I sa...d. "I think I'd prefer to use your chair. Take the other chair opposite Candy."Silently, the professor stood. You could see hatred in her eyes as she watched me sit down in her chair.I leaned back and put my feet onto the desk, intentionally crushing some papers underneath my heels. I grinned at Candy and started talking."So, Candy, how long have. She beckoned me to follow as she turned and went back to the bedroom, still humming Happy Birthday. I was like a puppy following her, watching her sexy bum sway as she walked, and the cute dimples on her lower back which always fascinated me. I was a bit surprised by the scene in the bedroom, but it only served to make me even more excited, if that was possible. The bed was stripped except for the crispy white sheet and pillows, contrasted by four black stockings, each secured to a bed post. She started moaning:Then i got rid of her jeans and panty and my jeans and underwear and we wear nude. I was amazed by her body. She had clean shaved pussy and i just went crazy looking at her pussy.I made her lie on bed and started eating her pussy i was kissing sucking and biting her pussy. She just started going crazy and was saying this pussy in not being fucked in 4 years plz don’t do it. I just kept on doing it and she started moaning loudlyAaaahhhhhhAaaahhhhhhhShe was saying don’t do. We'd been married for a year, together for three, so I'd never experienced the World Cup during our time as a couple. I'd heard about it and knew it was a big soccer match; or football match if you lived outside the US.It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup starts tomorrow."I envisioned something like the Super Bowl: two teams, one big game, it's over..