Cassie again nuzzled against the teacher’s full breasts as she finished telling her story. Mrs. Jackson was trying to be empathetic to Cassie but he...r hot breath against her boobs was driving her wild with passion. “Are you still aroused?” the teacher asked. Cassie blushed, “Yes, Mrs. Jackson. Seeing your full breasts just got me horny again. That along with my ass still sore from the spanking, I need to cum so badly.” “Show me. Take off your skirt, Cassie,” the teacher ordered. Cassie. My aunt. God, she was smoking. She is 40, two years older than my mom. She was wearing a saree. My mom also wears a saree. But that was the typical conservative type. But this was a translucent maroon Saree.The dark color of her saree really matched the fair white skin of her body. I could see her blouse, which was sleeveless and had a low cut that exposed an ample amount of her cleavage. Her belly button was also exposed as she wore her saree below her navel.She wore a simple necklace and a. “It’s a steal at thirty-five hundred,” the salesman said.“Thirty-five hundred! Who’s doing the stealing? You or me?” Dexter asked not sure that he heard the man correctly.“It’s a high end sport bike,” the salesman said.“Let’s go down a little in price,” Dexter said.The salesman said, “We have this double-butted chromalloy frame and carbon fork ride, for only a grand.”“Only a grand?” Dexter said.“It’s a twenty-seven speed bike with grippy dual-pivot brakes for maximum control and stopping power.. Her pussy was already wet — she wasn’t lying about being horny. I took an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed, enjoying the view of her pussy and her asshole for a moment before releasing her right cheek. I grabbed my cock and aligned it with her pussy. Slowly, I thrust forward, and the two of us moaned as the head of my cock slid inside her.I continued to firmly grab her ass with my left hand. With my right, I braced against her lower back and slid the rest of my cock inside her. I held.