They had a night-light so I could sort of see them.Cindy went over to Donna, reached under the covers, and then Donna started to coo. After a while Ci...ndy pulled her hand out and let me smell her fingers, and then she let me taste them. Donna had a deeper musky aroma and a much more tangy taste.Miss Jones let Cindy finger her pussy too and she really enjoyed it. When I smelled of Cindy’s fingers they smelled really nice, like mangos. The taste was very pleasant too.Miss Jones said, “Cindy, take. He was suddenly very aware of Jean sitting to his right and Karen sitting to his left. He looked first to his wife who was staring blankly at Troy. Slowly, he let his head roll to the left and looked at his former teacher. She was smiling sweetly at him.Jean placed her hand on her husband's thigh and took a deep breath. "It's up to you," she said softly.David looked in his wife's eyes. He saw excitement staring back at him. "Only if you want it," he told her.Jean squeezed his inner thigh and. You're not all that tall, but you walk like you own the place; a giant strolling the halls. It's almost like there's power rolling off you when you walk. And, when you're talking to any of us, your friends, you just pull us in! We become mesmerized by you. We seem to hang on your words; we just know you're going to tell us something that's going to be really important to us. Is this more of your hypnosis?" I hadn't really noticed," I told her as I walked with her to our bikes after school. We. But it was more than that, I had made love to her. I had filled my own mother with my cum, my essence. And she had had an orgasm with my spurting cock in her pussy.I rolled off of her onto my back. She rolled onto her side and cuddled against me. She moved herleft leg over mine so that her pussy was right on my thigh. I could feel her puffy wet lips. I caressed her hair. She looked up at me and we kissed. A few moments later, she said, "Rick, do you regret what we just did?" Absolutely not,.