| Straight: College: a French tutor (1/3) |
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I was taking a French class back in college, which was 20 years ago. The instructor said that I was in jeopardy of failing his class. I was going to fail because I was not interested. We had a family gathering, and my Aunt Peg and Uncle Red were there. Aunt Peg was not really my aunt. My aunt was in her early thirties and my uncle was in his middle fifties. She was the rebound from my first aunt. I must say that my aunt was very hot and I could see the attraction for my uncle. Anyway, I was telling her I was failing French and I needed this class to graduate. She told me about a friend of hers that was a French teacher in high school. She said that she would contact her and she if she could tutor me. She said her name was Yvette. I got a call from Yvette and she stated that she would be more than happy to help me. I went over to Yvette’s house for my first lesson. She was around thirty with brown eyes, short brown hair. She had a very attractive body. I never had a teacher that looked like her. She said that she was divorced about two years ago. The only thing that I could think of was, what a jerk. The first lesson went terrible. I was not understanding and really did not care. This went on for the second, third and fourth lessons. During the fourth lesson, I was in a complete daze. The only things that I could concentrate on were her breasts. She caught me staring at them. She smiled. “It appears that we have a concentration problem here. I think that we need to refocus and we need a new plan of attack.” She suggested that we have another meeting on Friday evening at 8pm. I thought that was an odd time, but what the hell. I came over and she was dressed in a very low-cut black dress. She took my hand and brought me over to the table where the books were laid out. She said to me, “I believe your problem is you can't concentrate on the lessons.” I must have turned a bright red. She moved her chair next to mine. I was so nervous I dropped the book on the floor. She leaned down to get the book and I saw her beautiful breasts. She smiled. “Let me see if I got your attention.” She took her hand and rubbed it against my dick. “Yes I did,” she said. “Let’s get all the anxiety out of you.” She brought me over the couch; she took off my jeans and my boxers. She took her tongue and ran it along my cock. She took her left hand and placed it on my balls as that tongue went up and down. She then removed her dress. I went for her panties and removed them. There was the golden palace with a small, thin line of hair. We went to the bedroom and embraced. We started kissing passionately, as I started kissing her neck. I worked my way down to her beautiful breasts. I took my tongue and played with her nipple and took my hand and messaged her pussy. |
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