Fir kya tha me dusri or muh karke so gaya to fir se ushko bijli ki aavaj aane lagi or ek teji ki aavaj se wo fir dar gai or ushke khule boobs ko mere ...pith me chubha diya to mene kaha dur raho to boli muje dar lagta hai to mene kaha me kya karu. mene ushe dur kiya to wo boli thik hai baba tum chaho so karo par muje bahot hi taklif hoti hai jara khayal karna mene kaha muje wo aata nahi hai muje ladki ko dard diye bina sex karne ko maja nahi aata hai.toUshne kaha thik hai karo jo man me aaye wo. When everyone went home, I’d slowly slip a shiny nylon stocking over my clean shaven face, wait for him in his office. We’d kiss for a while or I’d lie in his arms on his office sofa as he stroked my shiny head but it would always culminate in me crouched between his legs encouraging him to jerk off, my glimmering, distorted face whispering and seething the most disgusting fantasies to make him have no other alternative to pour and gush his married cream cover my face. I can still remember one. At the moment it was only 2.5" around,making it thin for the size of his dick. But Tim knew that it would expandthe more it was stimulated, growing over 4" thick when he was inside herass."Thank you master. Right away."Tim glided his plump lips over the glans, bringing the demonic prick'sforeskin back exposing the glans. Spittle was already trailing anddripping off her chin as she enveloped the head of the phallus. Her handsstroked along the long length of the shaft. Her lips rubbed and. " Damn!" Debbie was showing Peter a cartoon drawing of a teacher wearing a shirt and tie, but no pants. He was glaring at a topless girl with enormous jutting tits. There was a paper on the girls desk with a grade of D minus and a note saying: See me after class. The teacher was pointing at the note, not with his finger, but with a huge hard cock. "Damn, damn, damn! So that's why I needed a dress shirt and tie. That is so fucking hot Mrs. D! How did you think of that?" Well, you liked the last.