I looked up and her eyes were shut tightly. “I want you so badly,” she whispered heavily. “Please, fuck me now, I can’t take it anymore.” I ...smiled and moved my face back up to kiss her again – to stop her words. I wanted to make her wait. I noticed how amazingly soft her lips were. While kissing her, I traced my fingers down her chest, down her stomach, and rested them just on her hip. I moved down and undid her belt. After sliding it off, I kissed down her neck, her chest, and her stomach. I. I felt the oh-so-familiar arousal in my pussy and felt my panties beginning to get wet. Miss Pearce would now and again look up from her book and see me staring at her and I would turn my head away. She put her book down and then stood up and walked to the door and locked it. She sat on her desk and crossed over her right leg pulling her skirt up.My pussy was getting wetter and wetter by this time and even more so when she began to unbutton her white blouse. "Miss Wilson, could you come here,". Using my other hand, I spread her clitoral hood so I could keep licking her engorged love organ. Hema began shaking and convulsing then babbled incoherently as I took her all the way through her orgasm. Her legs locked around my head as she moaned that she was cumming and for me not to stop till she was through. After what seemed like an eternity, Hema’s amazing body went limp as her orgasm concluded. We were both tired from our first activity but there was more to come.After resting a few. He had obtained, and taken, some Viagra. He was fifty, after all. It didn't help. The ache, the crippling, was in his heart, not in his dick. They talked a little, naked. The doors were closed, and they both knew it, but they tried to open them a little. It was too hard. They hugged and parted, and from his balcony he watched her walk to her car and leave. She did not look up. He wondered if he'd ever see her again. After he watched her car vanish out of sight, he stood there and wept, for.