She led me up the stairs and into her bedroom. We lay there embracing while her leg wrapped over mine. She began thrusting her waist and hips onto me ...and I could see her face flush and feel the warmth and moisture between her legs. My hand went over her stomach and I pulled her blouse open. I began to caress her stomach and feel the hardness of her hip bones to either side. This was a true woman and mother. I could slightly feel the remains of a C section scar under my fingers but I didn’t care. But he didn't answer. He leaned his head down for my pussy. I shivered. “Clint, I'm ready. Take me. Make love to me.”“When I'm done pleasing you,” he said, and my eyes widened.“You're....going down on me?” I had heard guys hated going down on girls. My friends complained about boyfriends who wanted to receive a blowjob or have sex but didn't want to lick their pussies.But not Clint. I shuddered as he pressed his face into the folds of my virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low. No hesitation. She doesn’t bother closing the door properly either. She’s taking off her top and shorts and joins her daughter naked in the shower, rubbing her back. After a few brief moments Nadine turns, facing her mom. Suddenly Katia is widening her stance, spreading her legs a little. Nadine is doing the same. I can’t see their hands clearly anymore. Am I seeing a hand showing between Katia’s legs? Is it her own? Is she just washing herself? Or is it Nadine’s? The shower is slowly steaming. In the weeks leading up to my rape I debated with myself whether to use thehandcuffs on Carol or not, in the end I decided against it even though I'dtied Angela's wrists and ankles. I had two reasons for not using them, onewas that I knew physically I could easily overpower her, and the other wasjust to see how much more of a thrill it would be if my victim wasn't restrained. Finally the week arrived when I knew I was going to rape my teacher, I arrangedmy visit as usual with her after my last.