Sometimes, if you’re drunk you can’t get it up. We were all wanting to focus on fucking our sweet and incredibly gorgeous English teacher. I was ...pretty worked up after fucking my teacher. My parents took a mini getaway this weekend. This coming week, I’m graduating and they’ll be having a huge family party for me next weekend. I guess they just wanted a little time together before things would get a little crazy next week. I was glad too, this way we could have this little adventure with Miss. Cursing under my breath, I pulled under the shelter of a defunct minimart. It took me a while to move my produce out of the way to get to my spare, and I had it scattered about as I hurried to change the flat. Bad neighborhood, remember?I was just letting the jack down when I heard a small, wavering voice.“Them collard greens?”I looked up to see a tiny black woman, guessing her to be sixty or better, looking at the basket.“Yes ma’am, that and some kale thrown in. Do you like collards?”“I love. We would get together at her home and had some great sex. her and her mom shared a house together. her mom at the time was over seventy five y/o.and i would show up and my friend and i would go upstairs and have sex for a couple of hours. her mom would be down stairs alone and she knew what we were doing. well after about a couple of weeks of this i started saying something to my friend about her mom staying alone down stairs. after a bit of coaching i finally got her to go along with my idea.. She- Why what happened? I am not stopping today and I don’t care what you think because we are in a relationship. Aren’t we?Me- Well that’s okay but let’s not go wild. Let’s take it slow from here. Let’s leave the wild session for some other time.She- Oh, I think I misinterpreted the hint.The face she made when saying that “Oh” boy it was one hell of a cute face. She was looking so innocent and childish that I again fell for her. For a second I was lost in my own thoughts. I was brought back to.