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"I still think this is inappropriate." Mr. Marin mumbled with his tongue still in my mouth.

I tried not to laugh and mumbled with my tongue in his mouth, "Mr. Marin doesn't like Darlene's tits?"

I have to tell you, he may not have liked them, but I liked what he was doing to them. I told you Harlan was rough when he felt me up; Mr. Marin's hand felt grand.

There were rumors and gossip at school that he'd been married a long time ago. People said he was divorced; or that his wife left him for another man. There were also rumors that his wife died in car accident.

"I-I-I didn't say I didn't like them; I said we shouldn't be doing this. You are a student, you know." He protested, but kept playing with my tit, specifically my nipple, which was so hard. Harlan never made them do that.

"No, I'm not. Remember, I graduated a few weeks ago. Mr. Marin, your hand feels so good. You can have more you know. And I know you like them." I giggled and moved my ass. I could feel his hardness.

"Ummmm, Darlene, my kitchen table is hardly the place to continue doing what you'd like me to do."

"Mr. Marin, are you suggesting your bedroom?" I giggled, got off his lap and started looking around. Looking around for his bedroom.

"Darlene, don't you think you're going a little fast? You just got here less than an hour ago."

"Mr. Marin, we've known each other since I was in your class sophomore year. I'm sure you can see that I've grown." To emphasize that I thrust my chest out.

As a reminder, all I had on was my string bikini bottom. My top was on the floor.

I wandered into the living room, looking for a bedroom. Not really wandering; strutting. Not only are my tits big; they weren't bouncing as I walked, but they were jiggling. I know Mr. Marin noticed.

He followed me; remember, he'd been out fishing. He just had his swimsuit on. I thought for his age, he still had a nice body. A bit of a belly, and unlike most of the boys at school, he had a very hairy chest.

"It's this way." He pointed toward his bedroom.

I walked in and sat on the bed. "Please, Mr. Marin. I don't want to be a virgin anymore." I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. My string bikini bottom barely covered what it was supposed to. I was thankful that I'd just got another wax.

He stood by the edge of the bed and just stared. I know he was unsure. He was probably debating if he should fuck me or throw me out.

I started to take off my bottoms.

"No, that's not how this should happen."

"Mr. Marin, I'll do whatever you want. Just don't let me go home a virgin."

To my surprise, he took off his swimsuit. Except for Harlan and those porn movies, I'd never seen one. To be honest, I'd never had a good look at Harlan's. The few times I got it out of his pants we were in the dark.

It was standing almost straight up; like Harlan's when I was giving him a hand job. But unlike Harlan, Mr. Marin's, at least to my eyes, was long and fat.

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