I still have the drawing that the sexy art teacher drew in my study at home. I occasionally get it out to remind myself of what happened. She drew her breasts a little larger than they were in life and she drew her cunt visibly open. She drew her arm crossing over mine to hold my cock and she sk...
It was a holiday to remember. I had recently been divorced and had met the art teacher at my son's High School on a parents' evening. She was called Lorraine, a hippy-type with a very relaxed attitude to life and was determined to remain single. The first thing I noticed was the mass of dark curl... » Read more