I rubbed your pussy through your jeans feeling your excited moans vibrate against my lips as we kissed passionately. I wanted you to reach out and do ...the same, feeling my bulging pants, showing me your lust and desire. But you were a good catholic girl and refrained. I would have to take things into my own hands, so to speak. I kissed the soft skin of your neck, forcing you gently onto your back, with your legs parted by my thighs, I rubbed my bulging cock directly against your pussy. We dry. Stan was 45 and I was 31. We took off our shoes, pants, and shirts. We kept our underwear on at Stan’s suggestion. Stan pulled my underwear down and gave me a quick suck. I then pulled his underwear down and gave him a quick suck. Stan pulled me over to the sofa, sat down, had me stand in front of him, and he started sucking my cock and balls. I told Stan that he was a really good cock sucker. Stan turned me around, pulled my cock between my legs and sucked on it a little. Stan then. Her outfits matched her personality. She wore stark grey or black business suits, with skirts that went well below her knees, blouses buttoned all the way to her neck, themselves largely hidden beneath jackets that were usually fully buttoned as well.It wasn't that other teachers of Templeton College let their students see their boobs. That would, of course, be inappropriate, if not absurd. But they would at least wear outfits that flattered their womanly curves. What woman wouldn't? Well, Ms.. You know me so well. You know the effect your lusty kisses have on me. You know that with a single kiss I become yours to do with as you please.With the ease possible only in dreams, you gently remove my negligee while I sit cuddled in your lap. You bade me to stand, then guide me to the soft fluffy rug situated in front of a low, simmering fireplace. You quickly remove your own cloths with equal ease and lay down next to me. Even your short absence has made me miss you desperately and I cling.