“I have been wanting to fuck you, and have your sexy lips wrapped around my cock, ever since the first day you were in my class,” Mr. Barlow said,... while continuing to feel her up while he drove. Cindy just sat there silently as Mr. Barlow felt her nice breasts through her blouse and bra.“What size bra do you wear?” Mr. Barlow asked.“32C,” Cindy softly answered.“Take out my cock,” Mr. Barlow told the teen.Cindy unzipped his fly. Reaching into his undershorts, she wrapped her small soft fingers. “I share that affliction. What are two Southern girls doing, liking pastrami?”I’m still digesting the idea that she and I are ‘Southern girls’, what with me being nineteen and her in her seventies, but we did end up here having lived in the same corner of Louisiana.She continued, “We’ve become somewhat homogenized. The old regional lines have been crossed so many times ... I won’t even begin to approach Grandma Desai’s impact...”“And she even gets upset because her son added hummus to their. I pulled upher chemise and, as my hand stroked her belly, my lips kissed her breasts.Teasingly, tantalizingly, I kissed everywhere except her nipples.Meanwhile my hand was stroking and massaging her belly slipping from time totime beneath the waistband of her knickers but never straying beyond the top ofher pubic hair. From time to time I caressed the grove that runs at the top ofthe thighs, following it down, closer and closer but never quite reaching hergroin. I could tell this was having the. The sparks in the darkness exploded outward in vein-like patterns, and the watery restraints released her. Putting out her hands, she realized she was face down when her palms came in contact with the floor of the fountain.Pulses of heat racked her body, and she ripped the jeans off her head, opening her eyes beneath the water. Naia hovered beneath Dana, her hair floating outward like seaweed, a seductive smile on her face. The nymph embraced her, their lips meeting as the orgasm finished its.