One of my favorite things about my new wife was her delectable, full lips. "I need to fuck my husband," Vanessa whispered in my ear. "Just a quickie t...o quench my desire. My pussy is so wet for you, baby." We sneaked off, found an elevator and were on our way up to Room 501. Groping and making out as the elevator kept rising, not caring if the doors opened and we were caught going at it. Finally reaching our floor, we proceeded to the room. Swiping the key card then carrying Vanessa over the. "Take your shirt off, honey, I want to see you naked." He quickly pulled his t-shirt off and I felt my pussy flitter at the sight of his broad shoulders, his muscular chest, and flat stomach. My husband was in pretty good shape, but nothing like this. "Tell me again what you want." I want you to show me your pussy so I can look at it and masturbate." Very good." I rewarded my pupil by doing exactly as he asked. I spread my legs and exposed my pussy to my darling son. His eyes went wide and his. Her class was filled with nine and ten year olds but they had the mental skills of two year olds, with a few closer to three.Because of this she would pretty much just hang out in the classroom playing with the students, the kids would color, have naps, and the most difficult work they did was learning some ABC's and counting to 10. Oh and there were plenty of diaper changes that she often had to find out for herself, so she was basically a babysitter with a degree.She was jerked out of her. The pleasure rushed through my mind.Ecstasy boiled my thoughts. I moaned and gasped.The stall door opened. Pam Hiragawa stood before me. “Mrs. Samuels...” Her slanted eyes widened. The Japanese girl—her skin that wonderful shade of pale olive, her hair black silk, her eyes slanted and brown—clapped hands over her mouth, gasping as she watched me masturbate.Seeing my student’s gaze on me, her sixteen-year-old body trembling in shock, made me cum harder. “Yes, yes, Pam,” I panted “Oh, yes, watch.