I started unbuttoning her blouse and continued kissing on her neck then I slowly removed her blouse. Now she was only in bra and panty. I was only in ...underwear. We had already forgotten about the cold since both of our bodies had gotten lot of heat inside. I thought of having some fun in the foreplay. I asked her to close her eyes and lie on bed. So she did and I went to kitchen and searched in the refrigerator for ice-cream. There was no ice cream, but I found a homemade mango jelly inside. I. How was I getting out of this? I shuddered, the pleasure so intense. It was hard to think. To resist.“Just surrender,” purred Spice. “We’re going to have so much fun. You’ll never run out of married MILFs to fuck. There are thousands and thousands of preacher’s wives and reverend’s brides to seduce and soil.”“But ... but... !” I gasped. Stars twinkled before my eyes, the pleasure building and building in me. “What I if don’t want that?”“You do!” Spice’s crotch smacked into my asshole.The. The next instalment of which proved quite spectacular?. For while Dick was grabbing the limelight, Bernard had been slowly gathering his wits. As his head cleared, Bernard decided that the great thing was that he still had his balls. (There were about fifty women nearby who could have told him that). Less favourably for Bernard, he was naked down to his hairy ‘cobblehaughs’, and sex pests were thronging both river banks. Could things possibly get any worse? Actually, they could?.Because at. "You guys who know how to do this, help the people around you. Show them their mistakes."He came back to the front. "Do it again, another line of aye, bee, cee letters, slowly, carefully. No hurry."On the board he wrote ijklmnop. "Now notice that the eyes and the jays need dots. Go ahead, copy my beautiful handwriting, well, my blackboard writing. Took years to learn how to do that, had to go to a special school."They groaned, wrote, heads down, and he wandered the aisles and pointed out good.