.i felt myself getting aroused under my miniskirt,He closed the door, and we kissed..a deep passionate kiss,i became harder,his hand slid down my back... to my bottom,where he began to rub and squeze,since we were so close i could feel he was getting hard too,i unbuckled his pants and slid down to face his crotch area, i eased dowm his pants and underwear, and his cock was semi hard, i kissed the tip with my wet red lips,and slowly let it enter my mouth, i began a slow gentle suck, two or three. All three were admiring my eighteen-year-old athletic body. At five-eleven, one-hundred-eighty-pounds, and long brown hair, the three drunk teachers all approved of my body.“I didn’t know you shaved,” mom said, drawing attention to my trim pubes and growing six-inch cock.All eyes were focused on my cock now.“Yeah, every now and then.”“Well I think it’s cute,” Ms. Nelson said. “Come sit here between Mrs. Carey and me,” she said as she slipped back into the tub. “You’ve got a detention to. Like I was doing it to her.While she moved, fingers splayed over my chest, her weight on straight arms, my aunt kept up a lewd monologue cataloguing my apparent tendencies towards perversion. According to her, I was a, “Dirty, disgusting boy. The nastiest I’ve ever encountered. Fucking your own mother’s sister. It’s warped and perverted. Nasty and wrong. I hope you’re ashamed.”Then my aunt worked up through the gears, smearing cum into her breasts while I held her waist and fucked up into her. The judge is a great guy and has given me a lot of business over the years and I’ve learned to trust his ‘nose for mischief’. If he thought something ‘stank’ it almost invariably did. He wasn’t the best Federal bankruptcy judge in the State of New Hampshire for nothing, even if he always did have a lousy sense of time. Just because he reads case briefs until 3 a.m. every morning didn’t mean everyone would be awake and eager to chat too. ‘Harlan, what do you know about Flair Aviation?’ He asked.