While we were making love I was thinking about how lucky I was to be Emily's lover. She was easily the most beautiful teacher in our high school. Almo...st all the boys and some of the male teachers in my high school had a crush on her and that means all the above mentioned persons wanted to fuck her. But here I was with my cock buried inside her pussy, not any of them got the chance to do that. So it is really obvious that I am indeed very lucky.Even though I was quite experienced, the thought of. I was purring happily, contentedly. Endlessly purring from the joyous, powerful fucking I’d been craving since I bought that sexy new blouse yesterday lunchtime/ Purring from the sweet but awesomely powerful fucking that I’d at last, just now, experienced. I noticed the clock on his nightstand. 7:30 a.m. Although I’m 55 and he’s 50, we had been fucking like maniacal sex-crazed teenagers for nearly half an hour. “I hate to be a Debbie Downer,” I commented. “But we both have to get dressed now,. My pussy started getting wet and I knew I wasn't going to last verylong before I was to cum. His dick started swelling even more and I couldfeel his hot cum being pumped into my wet pussy. We were both deep intothis fuck. After we were done, the cup was again placed under my pussyand my master told me to come out slow as not to let the cum fall on theman but to fall in the cup. I rose up slowly and it did as it was supposedto do. I filled the cup. The next man wanted to be on top so I lay on. I moved in closer and brushed her lips with mine. Just then there was the sound of a lock clicking and I quickly moved away. The door of the other room opened and mom stepped out, now dressed in a white robe. I felt my heart miss a beat when I saw that the robe was practically half open above her waist, giving me a good view of her cleavage. On seeing us she quickly pulled her robe together, and I looked away, embarrassed that she caught me or something. But I wasn't staring, it was just a one.