Mrs. Carr

From Torg Adventure

Your smile broadens with delightful surprise. The young mother's fingers caress your stiff cock. She purrs: "Well, time to resolve your technical question, John!" You remember and laugh. You push her long black skirt down and watch her beautiful legs as she steps out of it. A nice white slip stretches over her wide hips.

Your lips give her boob and nipple a special kiss while your hands stroke up the backside of her thighs to her round asscheeks, feeling the soft, but still firm curvatures. She shoves her thumbs under the white elastic cloth, then hesitates: "But you have to swear, John: no word to anyone! Just because I am a bit... uhm... neglected and in need of some good loving, I don't want to lose my baby's father!" "Mrs Carr, by my honour, I'll be quiet as a grave!" She relaxes, and the slip slides down, giving sight to a trimmed black triangle. Her broad outer lips cleave slightly.

"Sit down, Doe!", she says with a smile. The same words you heard so many times during the math lessons now really have changed meaning! Naked as you are, you sit down on the chair behind you. She stands before you, facing you with legs astraddle. You reach out and caress her curly pussyhair and the warm lips below as she slowly lowers her pelvis and sits down on your knees, her crotch just inches from your throbbing cock.

Looking into your eyes, your teacher bows forward, with half-open mouth. Her hand clasps your cock and rubs its skin up and down the hard central shaft. Her big milk boobs touch your chest; they're warm and soft. The kiss is long and deep, and her tongue licks the inner side of your lips. One hand feels her round buttock resting heavily on your thigh, the other one tenderly explores her pussy.

And then you...