Rigby had heard about that a dozen or so times, and the unused lock was now hanging from his room’s doorknob.The teacher looked around and saw that ...several people could not get their locks open. “Get some help; help each other,” she said showing a girl in the front row to do it. It took ten or fifteen minutes until everybody could get their locks open. She made them all do it three times and suggested they put the tag with the numbers in their pocket or purse. Then she assigned lockers, going. Dad pushed three of his thick fingers inside her wet pussy, with considerable force. Mom looked completely flushed and even seemed like she already had an orgasm.I had my cock in my hand. I was starting to stroke it, looking at my very own mother being pleased by my dad. With every passing second, the degree of eroticism was pushed to a higher level. Dad was now on his knees and positioned his head to the same height as my mom’s pussy.“Don’t, please don’t. You know how shy this makes me,” my. " Oh. Bob's pushing it. You're on disability leave." And Bob knows that and so do I. We do what we have to do, baby."She smirked. "If you say so." I say so."Kiss. Dazzling smile. "Then it's so. Should I put coffee on?" Let's see what they want," I said."I shall be a gracious hostess," she smiled.Our place is not untidy, but Jo made a quick pass touching things up. The doorbell rang. She peeked through the peephole, then opened it.Male voice. "Is this where I can find Randall Jackson?" Yes it. Sandy had actually had complete sex with only eight guys in her life, all of those being actual boyfriends, with the exception of the first.She had also done a tiny amount of fooling around with other girls in school, most notably one wild weekend during her junior year in high school when she'd attended a slumber party, gotten drunk on shooters, and ended up getting into a three way scene with two other girls on her varsity softball team. She had thoroughly enjoyed the experience, as a one.