"Good morning. Mr. Armstrong is expecting you, Mrs. Stilton. You may go right in."Emma glowered at Jennifer's back as the other woman entered Brad's o...ffice. How she hated that woman, with that figure and every hair in place and that perfume and those legs and those clothes that Emma would never be able to wear. God, she was annoying! Just the fact that women like her existed was enough to ruin Emma Worthington's day, if she chanced to think of it. It was similar to her feeling for Miss. I had taken a minor in psychology at college,first day of class I met our teacher, she was in her early 40's,wore glasses,had a lean figure and appeared to be very sweet person.A few weeks passed by,I had a confusion between two theories that I needed to get cleared out,so I approached her,she politely asked me to meet her at her office after class.Taking my fat books,I went to her office,the door was open and there was a group of students that surrounded her desk congratulating her,I placed my. I chuckled and slowly pulled it out. Suddenly gobs of semen came gushing down her leg. She looked down and began to laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh as well. The washing machine finally stopped and she hopped off of it. She grabbed her thong that she was wearing and pulled it up her leg, collecting the gobs of semen on the way up. When she finally pulled them up all the way, I patted down my semen into her pussy. She kissed me one more time and went back upstairs. I went to the bathroom and. Oh my god, it is so good thinking about how I will thrust in and out, and in and out, wanting to keep fucking you until your shoot your wonderful cream all over, and I cum so much it drips down my cock. You are the sexiest man alive my husband, and I will be fucking you, and you will be fucking me, mmmmmmmmm. Holding your hips, I will keep fucking until we both cum together. It will be so wonderful, so hot, oh my darling man, so good! I was also thinking that if the weather is nice we could.