I also remember knowing that was a situation that was unlikely to change any time soon, but most of all, I remember the first time I saw Miss Martin. ...irst period on Tuesday mornings was modern history, and our teacher was Mrs Weston. She was tall, with wavy, dark hair, and probably aged around her late thirties, or maybe even early forties, for all I knew. She had pretty eyes, and high cheekbones, and she probably would have been quite good looking, except she had a receding chin that kind of. There was no way I could actually fit a ball in my mouth of course, so I did what I could handle instead. I sucked the thick, salty skin of his sack between my lips and filled my maw with it, then sucked harder and filled my throat. His ball-bag alone without his cock or nuts in the equation occupied as much space as the biggest lover I’d ever accommodated, and when I finally let it go the fat orbs surged forward, battering my lips. I looked up him, clearly impressed, but his expression was. Do you?" She asked."It doesn't seem so now, but who knows how things change. Even if we don't have as much sex time, I won't love you any less and you'll know it for sure." Joe said reaching up to push her hair from her face and caress her cheek. "We should shower and get going and get out." Mmmmmm, I'll shower now as long as sucking you hard and lubing up my hiney in there isn't totally out of the question." She said with a vixen grin."You are a very naughty lady. What am I going to do with. Now the sweet roundness of your ass is mine to savour. My fingers tighten and your hips move. Closer to me. I want to kiss you there. I want to taste the sweetness of the skin that has been my dream. I want to know each subtle flavour as my tongue explores. My mind reels. How can I kiss your nipple and your ass? I want it all but I can only take a small part of you. Reluctantly, my hand leaves the sweet softness of your bottom and with both hands on your shoulders, I push you up and away.