He was fucking her, not going to too deep, but she was howling like he could hit her teeth. Her skin started shining with sweat and I thought she look...ed like milk chocolate. My dick was hot against my stomach; I could feel it tapping against my torso, prodding my belly button. Then I saw her looking at me.She pushed her “husband” off of her and turned and whispered something in his ear. He was like sure, let’s give him a close up show. She got on all fours and crawled towards me, grabbing my. "David looked at us strangely."So I just don't see what I can do..." I said. " ... Or how any of that has anything to do with me." What about all of that bullshit you taught us growing up?" he said tersely. "What about accepting your responsibilities and doing the right thing?" he said even louder. "I came down here to talk to you about coming home so we could be a family again. I wanted you to come back to help Mom through whatever she's going through. None of us have a clue why you just. .. yes, it is me... but that's not your Grandfather, he took the picture. The man was a friend of ours back then.”As a heavy silence fell over the room Brenda watched as Tommy pulled several other pictures from the box. One by one he went through them. His Gran featured in all of them. Some were of her sucking cocks, some with a cock in her cunt or arsehole, and a few with two cocks in her holes.Brenda looked at her wide-eyed Grandson as he looked at picture after picture and couldn't help but. The slaps echoed through the quietness of my frozen classroom. My balls, heavy with a load of cum, smacked into her clit again and again.“You could play with all the girls,” moaned Anael. “At least three of them today. They’ll be so eager to make you happy once you’ve edited their background. Just change the circumstances of their lives, and they’ll be your little schoolgirl lovers.”I groaned. My head tossed around, staring at the other girls in my classroom. Babette Gagnon, the French beauty.