Suddenly we heard footsteps, we both got up and I took out a bed sheet and switched the lights off and put on the sheet and covered both of us and we ...pretended as if we were asleep. When the door opened I recognised the footsteps, it was my mother. I was terrified by the thought of her finding out that both of us were naked from waist down. She opened a cupboard and started looking for something.Suddenly I felt Anmol’s hand on my ass. He started caressing it and squeezing it. After a few. He moved his fingers to her blouse and unbuttoned her shirt. Robyn sat up, looked at him with those amazing green eyes, and straight black shoulder-length hair, and he took her top off. She undid her bra and tossed it on top of her shirt, then reached between his legs and stroked his cock more, making it strain against his jeans.“So, how many times have you done it? You might not be as inexperienced as you think. I’ve done it ten times, give or take,” Robyn said with pride in her voice.Is this. "Please mom. Just this one more." She reluctantly agreed and resumed the same position only this time I dropped both my arms down to her waist.She uncomfortably placed her hands on my shoulders and tried to re-establish the distance between us. I began to slowly move in closer as the song progressed. We weren't talking anymore and she kept her head turned to the side trying not to look directly at me. The distance between us had diminished to a couple of inches. "This is nice mom," I said. “Heather? It isHeather, isn’t it?” Heather’s head began to clear and the voice began tocome through. It sounded familiar. As her vision clearedand focused, she realized the woman in front of her was herart professor, Traci Henderson, from the college. Shesuddenly felt embarrassed and nervous. She was standing infront of one of her favorite people with her chest hangingout, dildos up her ass and twat, hotter than shit andstruggling to keep from passing out from.