I was always up for a game of tag-your-it, we actually called it “tagyourit.” I loved being chased around. I loved wearing flowing dresses in th...e summer. I hated pants so much that I would only wear them if it was cold. At that time, I also hated panties too. I would get into trouble when my mom found out I had no panties on. Once she had my daddy spank my bare butt, and you might think that this is what started the whole thing for me, but, no. It hurt like hell. To this day, I hate. He wanted her to finish before he came. She shivered against him, making quiet noises, completely lost in the electricity as she came. He thrust into her, keeping a steady pace and loving the feel of her. He moaned deeply, spurting his seed as his own orgasm overcame him. She shuddered and panted, gripping his shoulders, loosening her death-grip on him, relaxing slowly and nuzzling against him again. He melted into her and took her into his arms. He kissed her and pulled back to gaze. The ass is elastic, the chest is 3 sizes.Please do not judge me harshly, because I am not a writer at all.I will just tell you a real case from my life.I work as an accountant for a trade organization. I won't paint it,because I don't know how. One day, I was sorting documents and moving them from folder to folder.since I didn't have enough space on the table,I moved the documents to the floor and started studying. I go to work in a jacket or shirt and always a skirt.Generally classic style.. Everyday, I checked. One Thursday, I finally received and email from Professor X. I could hardly contain my excitement. The email stated: “Please meet me at my office tomorrow at 5 pm. I wish to discuss a private matter with you.” -Professor Xanthia So began the very first step in getting closer to my professor. The next day I visited Professor X in her small cozy office. “Please take a seat”, she said. “It has come to my attention that you have been doing very poorly in this class. I’ve.