I dropped my pants to the floor and kicked one side off my legs. I leaned over and spread my legs a little. He came behind me and I could feel his har...d cock twitching. It wanted to be in my pussy as much as I did. He hadn't even tried to slide it in yet, when he told me he hadn't realized my pussy was so tight and he was going to need some baby oil. He left to get it and I was hungering for the feel of him inside me more and more by the minute. He came back, took his cock back out of his pants. ‘You like that?’ He asked.She didn’t feel the need to answer, she just felt the need to enjoy this moment, to enjoy his cock slipping in and out of her. She wanted this to never end, she wanted to feel this good always. He was fucking her hard. Her whole body was shaking back and forth and then suddenly he was orgasming, she felt the cock pulsating, it was as if she could feel his sperm shooting inside of her. It was amazing, it was quickly building up an orgasm and she went over the edge. Her. My dad was a friend of Mr Weston, and they would get together for a few beers now and then, and occasionally I would see him and his wife outside of school hours.I remember we shuffled into class as usual that day, a room full of teenage kids, with the scraping sounds of chairs being moved around, books being placed on desks, and the murmur of conversation, along with occasional giggles from around the room, as we waited for Mrs Weston to come in and start the lesson. My desk was in the second. ‘Without deviating from the literal minimum of what you have to do to fulfill my instructions, when I snap my fingers, I want you to get me a glass of scotch on the rocks, and gently set it on the end table next to the love seat in your living room. And then, I want you to remove my shoes and socks, lie on the floor, and give me a slow and loving foot massage while giving worship to my toes with your lips, mouth and tongue. Once you get to the third toe, I’ll begin explaining why I am your new.