Like feel excited about going to class. Or care to check her papers. Okay. So the teacher was a drone. He made everyone fall asleep with his monotonou...s nasal lectures. And when he wasn’t teaching he was nagging. Still, there was no excuse for her typos. That’s how an A grade paper ended up with an F. She looked at the F which summed up her f-ing life, and understood why Van Gogh had sliced off his ears. Life simply sucked. And if that was not all, nothing mattered anymore. Her husband of many. ..ummm...urgh!' Clair looks worried. 'Are you alright?' 'Fine! F…fine!' 'You look flushed. Are you sure?' Toby is working my dick like a pro. I can feel him bobbing up and down on me and it feels incredible. My hands are trembling, so I drum my fingers to hide it and cover any other, wetter, noises she might hear. ' I...ummm.... I guess I'm coming down with something.' The danger of the situation seems to make the sensations all the sweeter. Close to cumming, I pretend to cough. 'You really. I’ve got about 6,000 square feet in the main house and another 1,200 in the guest casita that I use for massages. We walked outside past the pool and spa and I promised Trish that we could use the spa afterwards if she liked. I could tell that she was impressed, but she wasn’t overwhelmed. She accepted my beautiful home and appreciated it without seeming envious or out of her element. I liked the class that she had about her. Inside the casita I showed her to the massage table and we chatted. Then I started to seduce her slowly.In the home, I take her mobile phone normally to see the WhatsApp chats.I am very communicative with her asking about boyfriend, ask about photos with him (in a photo, her tits are visible)I am sure he would play with her boobs, thighs, kiss her but I don’t think they fucked. So I send those photo to my phone and masturbated daily. Day by day, I became very horny and wanted to fuck her badly.So I pretended to my sister like a caring brother.One day, my.