The chemical was in full effect and she even started to beg me “please…stop… teasing...me” while the tentacle was fucking her face. Then I car...essed her pussy lips with the head of my dick while positioning it. Then I pushed in hard and fast she tried to clench down but with the amount of pussy juices I didn’t need to push nearly as hard as I did. She arched her back and gave a muffled scream as I knocked her thighs into the bed railing with my thrust. I took the one out of her mouth and had it. I had shorts on but it gave me a tremor in my loins. I spread my legs because I felt that he could do very little with my shorts on. Pepper began licking the sweat between my legs and next thing I knew I was hunching his doggy snout! I began moaning and twisting my nipples while diddling myself under my shorts. Then I could not take it anymore! I slid my shorts off my wet body and Sam plowed between my legs before I could get my top off!He was licking me fiercely and I wrapped my legs around. " He frowned. "This just isn't fair. And you're probably going to take the fucking high road and ignore prime pussy. Bob, I swear, if I didn't know better I'd think you were a fag." Gay," said Bob, smiling. "They call them gay these days. You have to be politically correct. You have access to fine young minds, and shouldn't corrupt them with stereotypes." The only stereotype I'm thinking about right now is the horny male teacher flipping up the short uniform skirt of the cheerleader to find her. I want you to quit your job and set up practise with me – and I want you to marry me.’ ‘Yes Peter, of course I will marry you.’ Was all I could say. I can’t explain that moment. I know it seems foolish. I have gone over it a hundred times wondering what it was that made me agree to be this man’s wife under those circumstances. Even after years of a happy marriage, when we tell new friends of how we met, it sounds incredulous. It was just all there was to do. Peter and I were made for each.