It looked wrong. Because it was upside down. When I gripped my cock, my little finger was closest to the hairy root; when gripping another man’s ...cock, unexpectedly, my little fingernail was caressing the interface between foreskin and glans. The cock in my hand was as hard and hot and eager as my own. “A stroke, Petra. Don’t just ‘old it. Jack it off.” The stick of Justine’s admonishment was accompanied by the carrot of her hand moving on my own cock; a demonstration of how good it would be. It was lucky her college wasn't too far from Civic, I guess that's one advantage of living in a city of less than half a million people. I tipped the cabbie extra and this time she led me by the arm, me having no idea where to go, and we rushed up to her room. Our outer layers of clothes came off faster than a budget porno and she threw everything from her single bed onto the floor were we both collapsed, once again entangling ourselves together. "I still can't believe you came" she gasped. Ram my pussy,” and some other trashy bullshit I forget. “Easy, you old cow,” I snarl, and thrust three stick fingers into her heaving snatch. It’s surprisingly tight for such an old hole, and she was wetter than piss as I performed a digital exploratory. After about two minutes of this three play I figure she’s ready for my beefy cock, so I push her down on the seat, yank her legs wide open, lean down for a quick whiff of her smelly slit — ah, heaven — then aim my pecker at her hungry box and. She opened the email and read quickly.It didn't matter that this was her sixth year of being a teacher--she always hated getting called to the principal's office. She probably dreaded it more than the students. It meant either some additional workload, him asking her to cover down for some additional duty or to work a stupid football game. Something usually not good.Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It.