Do you remember your junior year math teacher, Miss Weaver?"I did remember her very well. I spent most of the year staring at her in class. She was bl...onde, early 30's, about 5'6", petite with a great body. Whenever she turned to write on the board, I couldn't help but stare at her ass. "Yeah, I remember Miss Weaver. I liked her a lot. She was a good teacher." I hope this won't be weird for you, but I am dating her. We have been seeing each other for a few months." No, it doesn't bother me at. The thought of all that delicious fuckjuice made her slobber and whimper. She kissed his balls and sucked them into her lips. Her tongue darted against the musky meat, slurping hungrily. She feasted on his ballmeat for a few minutes, then began to work her way up his prickshaft. She flattened her tongue against the underside of his fuckrod, and very slowly, dragged it up to his knob. George gasped, nearly fainting with the thrill of it.Karen lapped up his cock again, and fluttered her tongue. His cock was wet with their juices…My sexy wife laughed and begged him to wipe his hard dick off on her mound. He smiled and looked at me, as he rubbed his cock up and down her cunt, leaving some cum spread all over her mound.Anita looked at me, with an evil grin in her eyes. It felt like my cock grew even longer and harder. My wife wanted me to say it in front of that black guy who had just filled her cunt with his salty semen.I swallowed hard, but I really wanted it. I finally spoke out,. ”“Mmm, yes, yes, that tight ass,” moaned my dragon-mother. “Ride my son. You want his cum in you. He’ll give you such a strong child. You’ll see!”“Good!”The married woman slammed her cunt down on my dick. She squeezed about me and then slid back up my cock. I groaned at the pressure building and building in my nuts. I was almost there. Almost flooding her cunt with my jizz. I would pump so much into her. I would flood her. It would be incredible.I couldn’t wait to baste her cunt with everything.