Something I have dreamt about night after night. An overwhelming desire to touch myself to feel my wetness caused by having you asleep next to me. I d...on't want to wake you. (Well not yet anyway) The heat coming off your body is so comforting, our naked skin entwined. Watching you sleep, our breathing so in tune. Moments like this I cherish and will never take for granted. Just wish I could tell you, express how I feel but always an unspoken silence. My hand slides down into my inner thigh, how. He was my teacher and he taught me the pleasure of posing for him, but like a stern disciplinarian master he took it away from me without even a single regret. At first we fought about it many times. But the arguments would always end with him winning, because he was so much more brilliant that I was with his words and he was very persuasive and could make me accept whatever he said, even despite myself. He would point out that I did indeed receive something from sitting for him, and that would. Richards had no idea what she was doing but he did not care. He put his hands over hers and pulled her head toward his waist.With a wet pop his cock slid all the way back in. Lily felt like gagging as the back of her throat expanded. She had no idea what was so enjoyable about having his cock in her mouth but after seeing her father go crazy at the opportunity to stretch her asshole over his cock she just assumed all men just liked tight holes.“God you are so sexy,” Mr. Richards cooed as he. “Yeah, just wait a minute? I’m in the middle of something. Jane, go on.”Jane glared at him as she tried to stop herself from laughing. She playfully hit him on the arm and hissed, “Michael!” before waking out. He couldn’t help but stare at her butt, tightly wrapped in her skirt, as she left the room. God, she was attractive.“Um, may we come in, now?”“Oh, yes – please, please come in. And you are Jake’s mom, right?”“Yes, and I had a few questions about his grades, to be honest.”The thing is,.