Every now and then, he passed by to see my progress. Never did I get used to his compliments, nor did I forget a single one of the tips he gave me. On...e particular afternoon, when he sat at his desk grading other students' assignments, I could not help but stare. He was an incredibly handsome man in his late thirties, with dark, half-long hair, a tall, toned body, and a worn face. Fantasies broke into my head, in which I was lying on his desk, naked, as he kissed me all over, his hands on my. Eve wrapped her arms and legs around me and didn't relax her grip until she'd had all she could take and I was a wet rag. I was glad that I'd draped a sheet over the seats because there was a huge wet patch from our combined juices on it.I washed myself at the washbasin as Eve showered, and when she'd finished with the water I entered the cubicle. I took Eve, with her back pressed up against one wall of the shower cubicle and the soles of her feet against the opposite wall.I had the cheeks of. I wanted to spend the night here with her in this smelly cell, in the dark, to keep her safe…but nothing I could do would protect her from the coming dawn and her adjudged punishment. A punishment that I now felt, as I held her crying next to my chest, she was not truly deserving of, but my feeling on it were not of any consequence. This woman would face the crowd, naked, be chained to the wooden post, and have to endure the bite of the whip upon her pale skin. ‘I’ll be there for you. I will be. ..I,m going to..cum. I'm cummmming..... "Cathy's efforts rewarded her with another avalanche of her daughter's cum all over her face. She lapped up her delicious juice as much possible. She thought her little girl's pussy was like a leaky faucet, a faucet with non-stop flow of love nectar. Cathy moved up and kissed Molly in her mouth. Molly began to lick her own love juice from her mothers face. Then she shoved her tongue deep inside her mother's mouth. Their tongues began dancing in their warm.