Then there are the lips covering your hole, the hole that's made for a man to get into, that's what it's there for and no other reason. It's made for ...a man to get his cock inside you. And that hole is either your pussy hole, or the word I use is to say it's your cunt hole. Or just it's your cunt. Waiting there for a man to get into. Have you had any boys in there yet Val?"My whole body felt hot. The talk of my pussy and hole was making me get the wets down there. I could feel it starting to. "Ohhhhh!" A long moan of delight escaped from deep in her throat. "Do it more, lick it! It's soooo gooood! Lick my pussy!" She chanted the words out without thinking that they might be heard in the next room as his chin rubbed wetly against her clitoris buried deep in the steaming forest of blonde cunthairs at the top of her pussy, and his nose jammed itself against the tiny puckered ring of her asshole. It was as if he were trying to press his whole head into her excitedly steaming crevice,. Her breasts dangle softly, I reach to them with my free hand and draw my mouth to her left nipple, using my tongue to outline her mauve circles and then closing in on the point, sucking vigorously and inducing tiny whimpers of pleasure caught in between gasps for air.Her hands grasped my shoulders, the rest of her remained still, frozen- afraid to move- afraid to admit that she wanted this. Afraid to admit she was standing here, drunk, or at least buzzed, with one of her students- one of her. I knew her from where I worked and we had become friends. I found out she was between relationships and needed a place to stay for awhile. I thought it was a great arrangement for both of us. I realized she did not turn away. She was leaning against the door frame, her arms were crossed, her head was tilted, and she had a strange smile on her face."How long have you been standing there?" I asked, as I reached for my skirt to try to cover myself."Long enough to like what I see," she answered as.