A faint tickle exited her lower body as she turned the dildo curiously in her hand. That thing stood no chance against a real man. Still ... Without a... man, it seemed to be quite useful.It had been quite a while since Laura had felt something like a dick in her hand, let alone inside her pussy.Just as big and fleshy as Bastian's prick, Laura thought and licked over her lips. A juicy sausage, so irresistible ...She remembered blowing it with a hoggish delight! Bastian never needed to ask for it,. But the hardwood that was inside me was relentlessly pounding, taking away the sting from my breasts. Harder and harder and harder. My hands grabbed at his shoulders as my orgasm started to- “Miss Rose,” he said and the whole class turned their heads towards me, “Are you listening?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to hide the wetness my fantasy had caused. Mr. McIntosh looked at me expectantly. “Sorry sir, I must have trailed off,” I muttered, and moaned silently as his voice caused. Mary disrobed and fell to her knees in front of the young black lady. She was staring at the dark bush only inches from her face hoping the command to lick would come next.“Spank her fat ass, she’s used to spank mine all the time,” Jenny yelled.Laura walked around her and took a seat in her chair. “Over my lap, slut, time to learn who’s the boss in this house.”Timidly, Mary turned and draped herself over Laura’s knee, “Get me a spatula,” Laura called to Jenny. “and if you don’t hurry, I’ll use. I think Stevie took some damn nice shots of Jackie” he chuckled.I looked at the first one, it showed Jackie with her skirt and blouse on smiling as she sat in one of the poolside chairs. I then flipped to the next photo . . . which showed my wife laughing with some guy I didn’t know, his arm around her waist and she was minus her blouse. I cautiously flipped to the third photo, unsure of what I was about to view. The third photo showed my wife now only in her bra and panties, she looked to be.