When you finish, just throw the rag away, and get your squeaky clean butt back in here."Yes sir."When I got back, he was standing by the bed waiting, ...with his ever ready tube of lube in his hand. "Turn around and bend over," he ordered.I did as he asked, feeling like a head of livestock about to be auctioned. This certainly wasn't very romantic, I thought, as I felt him push one well-lubed finger up into me. He'd had his thumb there a few times before, but always just a little ways. This time. It was a photograph of Cynthia, though no identifying features were visible. I had just let her hair down and was massaging her foot. The composition of the shot was very simple, but exquisitely done. Often simple work is the hardest to get right, and this was well up in the ranks of professional quality. The framing was perfect, in spite of the standard 8" x 10" size. Her muscle tension was clearly apparent, but the eye was drawn instantly to a curl of hair circling her rigid right nipple. It. Ed Bauer said so." Most of the rest of the class laughed at that. Laura just looked constipated."You're better with this," Frankie said to me."Just post-orgasmic bliss," I giggled. "I'll be mortified again in a few minutes." Hmmm. Maybe I'll just have to keep you in post-orgasmic bliss." MmmmMMMMmmmm!" I said. Frankie just laughed.The teacher started up then, so the conversation ended. But I thought about what had happened all through class-not paying much attention to history, I admit. Look,. And noticed she wasn’t in bed. I went down stairs to get something to take and Brian was sitting on the couch feeding his cock into my wife’s mouth. She was on her knees and her back was pointing towards me so she couldn’t see me. Brian looked right at me and winked! I could see a puddle of cum running out of her gaping pussy even though he had stuffed a tissue up inside her to hold as much inside her pussy as possible.The little bastard was consciously trying to impregnate my wife! As I turned.