Timmy stopped staring at Mrs. Smith and looked down at the football in his hands. “Oh, ok,” he said. He tossed the football to Susan underhand, so... the nice lady could catch it. The throw was a little short, and Susan had to step forward on her teetering high heels and lean out to catch the ball. As she did she felt her tits heave forward, straining against the scoop-neck. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed, catching the ball but having to take another step to keep from falling down. Susan laughed as she. ” Livvy moaned loudly as he moved up her body trailing his tongue as he went. She grabbed his cock in her hands and moved it to her entrance and arched her hips. Bret laughed. “Eager much, baby?“ he whispered into her ear before biting it hard and slamming his cock into her. She yelled out at the contact. “Fuck, Mr. Todd, you feel so good.” “You like it when I fuck you hard, Livvy?” He pulled out slowly before ramming into her again winning himself another yell of pleasure. “I love your big. The yellow plaid skirt flips over her hips, revealing a red g-string that barely qualified as clothing. She whimpers as his slides a hand between her thighs, his hand becoming coated with her wetness, before slapping her soundly on her right ass cheek."Uh!" she groans, the pain rippling through her flesh, mixing with the pleasure in her pussy."So you want a better grade?" Mr. J puncutates his statement with another slap, this time on the left cheek."Yesss..." Yes what?" another slap."Yes sir!". R or Anthony, yes, I love those times. But you are unique to that list. So, yes, really. You are a lover for me, someone I cherish being with you.”She rolled into me and kissed me, looked into my eyes and kissed me harder, more passionately. “Then, I want more.” And we begin to lose control. We are in each other’s arms, kissing, tonguing, searching with hands and pinching, tugging with fingers, probing inside pussy or cunt. Yes ‘or’, a matter of attitude; she has a pussy, I have a cunt. She.