Don’t waste I need your oil when you come to meet me at lunch hour.Me – Don’t worry my reservoir is always full. You can always have whenever yo...u need it.She – How sweet! I can’t wait to have it and taste it all by myselfMe – Just wait a couple of hours I will be yours.With that we ended the call and went back to our respective classes, she to teach and I to learn. Around 1:30 pm after having lunch and checking back and forth in the cabin corridor she called me to come to her cabin. Within. But it was only after Mr. Williamson broke his hip that it became interesting. He required physical assistance during his visits and asked that Helen accompany him. The new routine of Mr. Williamson's visits was always the same. Helen would turn the keys, pull the safety deposit box from the wall, and place it on the table. She would then open the lid and step far enough away to grant him privacy. Mr. Williamson, the skin of his aged hands translucent like parchment, would pull a photograph. ” We both laugh, I look down and see her breasts bouncing as she laughs and feel my cock starting to get hard. “I’m not so sure about that but I’m sure almost anywhere if the mood is right,” I say as my eyes move up and down her body. She leans back a little and places her hand on my chest. “I can’t believe you are checking me out right now after finding this,” she says with a slight laugh. “I mean you guys can just get rock hard in a second can’t you.” I smile and look right into her eyes,. I stood there in shock, unable to stop staring at the big busty broad whose naked body filled the screen. She’s totally naked and no attempt was made to hide her privates. In fact, the camera moved back and forth getting extreme close-ups of the large cock slamming into her pussy violently and the other cock which she’s eagerly sucking on.Her grunts and the sounds of sex filled the room, only slightly louder than the awful noise passing for music on the soundtrack. It’s a truly obscene sight.