”Greg was being kissed rather than being ratted out. He followed directions. The feel of her cheeks was nice, even if it didn’t compensate for the... feel of her breast. The kiss was sweet, erotic if not a conquest. When he licked her lips, they tasted of popcorn and lipstick.“Again. More gently.” The guy was learning fast. The kiss was beginning to provide an erotic frisson. Maybe not; maybe being the instructress provided the charge. She buttoned up her blouse. The bra would be too much trouble.. Do you ever use a lubricant for any mother fucking reason? How about baby oil”!! I was loving her being annoyed and upset.“I use Brylcreem, on my hair and for the ……”. “Just shut up”, and she ran to the dresser. “This is great; this will do good”. She came back to the bed and asked me if I could switch on the light. “You might as well be watching to see how it looks”. I was not a novice; I had done a few boys during school and the college days. I knew, what she was up to. Now she put her upper. I started thinking about Lucas, about stripping his body and kissing every inch of him, sucking on his neck while I run my hands through his blond hair. It is shaved at the sides with a mohican down the middle, but not spiked up. It really suited. My pussy started to pulse and I felt myself start to get wet. I picked up the pace and rushed to get home a bit quicker. Once I reach home, I go in my room and shut the door. I quickly undress out of my work clothes, until I'm naked and lay on my. When she stood up, she turned around, she took a step back when she realized that he was immediately behind her. He took another step closer and bent down, he put one hand behind her neck and pulled her head towards his and kissed her on the lips ignoring her discomfort and weak protests. Then he stepped back smiling and she looked at him with anger and hurt and tears started to well up in her eyes. He quickly took a few pictures of that expression then handed her another tissue. Smile, put.