Without thinking, I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her to me, pressing my ever present hard-on into her stomach. Just as hungry as she was..., I answered her kiss with one of my own, ardently sucking on her tongue as our lips mashed together. My hands slid up under her blouse, up to her breasts, cupping her generous orbs, my thumbs stroking over her bra covered nipples. I could feel them stiffen to little points as my thumbs circled around them. Pulling her head away, she said, “Follow. I was surprised to find them sexy. Her areolae and nipples were as brown as her tanned neck. I was the only clothed person in the room. Clumsily I stripped. My erection tangled with my underwear. My shoelaces collapsed in knots. In frustration, I squeezed my feet free. Undressed I felt pink and foolish. Pam stepped onto the rug. The older man guided her by the hand as if they were moving onto a dance floor. She steadied herself against his hold and lowered herself to her knees then her. I am a 32 year old who used to coach basketball and track at the local high school. I met my Ma’am when I was working there. She was a student and used to flirt with me all the time and I think that she just knew there was something about me… I think she could tell that deep down inside, I was a submissive just waiting for someone to take control of me. Living in a fairly small town, everyone knew just about everyone and where they all lived. My Ma’am decided to stop by and see me one. Wo apna kaam karne lagi mai bola tum kaam karo mai naha ke aata hu usne kaha ok aur mere jaane ke baad usne dvd drive khola maine ek nai dvd laga rakhi wo use dekhane lagi mai chupke se dekhne laga wo dekhte huye apni boob daba rahi thi tabhi mai pichhe aa gaya use pata hi nahi tha ki mai pichhe khada hu wo apni t-shirt upar karke boobs daba rahi thi maine kaha “wah kya mast boobs hai” wo pichhe dekhkar chauk gai aur uthkar jaane lagi maine uska haath pakad kar roka wo garm ho chuki thi maine.