Fir unhone mujhe ek b.K ka ek sum diye solve krne me bola ma’am mujhe nhi aata ye wo bole nhi karoge to me aj punishmnt dugi me dat k matein krne la...ga but glt hogya. Fir ma’am ne mujhe khade hone kaha jisse mera lund pura khada dikhra tha ma’am ussi time fat se bole ye kya hai? Mere lund k taraf ishara krte he gusse me bole me dar gya ikdm ze or bola kuch nhi.Fir bole yaha beth k tum ye sab krte ho apni teacher pe glt nazar daalte ho ruko a b tmhare ghr phn krti hu me or bolti hu tmharein har. "I might film you and show it to your husband. Do you still want to fuck your sister's son?" I growled.In answer, Samantha's legs weakened and she slumped onto my cock and her hips began moving back and forth on it. I peered over her shoulder. "Leave It To Beaver" was just starting on the DVD and Mom and I were getting it on. I was lost. I tipped my cock upward and slid into Mom's half-sister from behind. I don't know why you sent those DVDs to her, Mom, but I'm glad you did.I came to my senses. She stopped and did a nasty shimmy on my crotch and I groaned. I nearly cummed then and there. She turned around and gave me a peck on the lips then sat me down. She ordered a drink and I got my Pepsi. ‘You don’t drink?’ she said her thick Spanish accent making it hard to understand her. I speak Spanish very well from growing up in a predominantly Dominican and Puerto Rican neighborhood. I was one of three white people aside from my mom and dad who lived there, so I kinda had to learn. I. I lay in her arms, kissing her and letting my hands wander across her body. It was a return to the honeymoon period. Sex was not important to us and we were content with each other's bodies and our love. But then she remembered the night on the road. She remembered what I had said to her and her rage returned. Her nails tore at the flesh of my chest. I responded by gripping her ass, leaving two red hand prints in the shape of an animal's claw. She rolled me over onto my back and kissed my.