After the roll call, Marsha Crow picked up their current area of study where Ursula Traynor had left off. Words and phrases about political violence i...n South America drifted past Ilsa's ears, but her mind was replaying fragments of that day in the park, over and over, as if in some music video. She was also contemplating what was going to happen next. The woman knew. She knew.When class broke, Ilsa gathered her things and made a beeline for the door."Miss Petersson," Marsha Crow's voice called. When he comes back to her he starts at her feet, gently massaging and kissing them before making his way slowly up her legs. As he gets to her inner thighs he slows down, his face mere inches from her soaked pussy. He gently blows across it, making her take another jagged breath. The ribbons around her wrists once again go taught and her moans become increasingly louder as her desire for him becomes almost unbearable. He begins to lightly kiss around her pussy and runs. Just watching her made me want to see her naked and touch her. As they packed up their things for the day, he gave me a cheek kiss and she gave me a hug and a bottle of water. As they left, I told them maybe we would see each other tomorrow. While I waited for the trolley, I sent a text message to my date for the evening. I had ninety minutes before I was to meet my date at the front of the campground. I got to my campsite and took a shower and I put on a sundress. I had the smell of suntan. Perspiring heavily, he wriggled around until his prick was inches from her face.Judy took hold of his prick, but threw her head back when Bob entered her twat. "I love when you do that, darling," she said.His cock split her in two. He left it inside her a moment without moving and reached underneath to squeeze her tits."That's your kid's cock over there," he said."I know. Isn't it crazy?"Bob began stroking and she used her well-oiled cunt-muscles to caress his prick. The beginnings of an orgasm.