I was really enjoying the passion and hunger she should for kissing along with the softness of her mamam (boobs). She was so wild that she started bit...ing my tongue and all in between. So I know that I had a hit a lottery today. 15 minutes of wild kissing and my lips were virtually paining. Then she took a break for taking breath. I slowly caressed her shoulder and slid my hands through the gap of her top into the cleavage. She gave a weird look at me. But she knew that there was no stopping me. I picked a bench by the little walking bridge that crossed over the wide stream and sat to enjoy a cigarette and watch the clouds blow by. I didn’t notice her walk up, only looked aside when she sat down next to me. Smiling slyly, wrapped in a long sleeve shirt and a black skirt, she said hello.I nodded and returned the greeting, still not paying much attention just yet.“Do you have a light?” she said, fumbling a cigarette from a box in her purse. I reached into my pocket and turned to light. Her face flaming red she bent over her book. Her "okay" was barely audible.Mr. Joyner fairly breezed into the room. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to my swan song AP Biology course. I can promise you excitement over the next months. We have received a fairly large donation of used but up-to-date equipment from a local biotech firm, and I must thank Mr. Di Rosa for directing this windfall in our direction." They asked if my school needed stuff when they closed a department.". Oh God, what a feeling, with them both going in and both coming out at the same time. I could feel myself moving my body to meet my hands and bottles. Just like that young hot horny wife in that book when she had two guys' hard fat cocks slamming into both of her hot horny holes. I was her and these bottles were their hard fat cocks.When I hit my climax it was a floodgate of emotional release. I was the wife in the book, I was Ann here with the boys, and I was in my room with Sister Margaret.