His now visible erection was huge in his slacks. Mr. Spear's conversation was turning into incomplete sentences as he was struggling with his fetish w...hen she let her dangling heel fall from her toes. The sound of Joan's shoe hitting the floor had Mr. Spears quickly reaching for it. Joan had to hold in a laugh as the submissive teacher looked like a puppy dog panting while retrieving a chew toy.As Mr. Spear's held the stiletto heel in his shaking hands Joan smiled innocently and with a low. With now tender breadstick venture my way back down to the boiling point of my body. I can feel the heat radiating from the the center of me. I rub the juices that have escaped into the skin of my thighs. My own touch is almost too much. I'm on the brink of exploding and I haven't even rubbed that tender little bud hidden in my plumpness. Thoughts of you seeing and hearing me enjoy this fill my mind. What would he think? Am I crazy that I'm do turned on? Pushing those thoughts aside I. He was quite teller than Dorothy which made sex sometimes awkward but he was flexible. He pushed the straw that had come loose during their lovemaking back into his faded work shirt. He gave a sad little wave as he began to fade away and back to Oz where he had taken over for the Wizard until he return. Dorothy was sitting on the bail of hay when Aunt Em pushed open the barn door amidst a wild flutter of various livestock who witnessed (as many times before) her copulation with the man of. I shivered, not from the cold, but from knowledge of his whispered intent. Still he left it alone, not trying to enter my back door, respecting my wishes. He pushed into me, and I felt cum run down my leg, pushed out. While thrusting in me, his thumb pressed lightly against my back door, reminding me of his promise to fuck me there. I had to admit, the sensations created by his thumb as he fucked me were nice. Never quite entering, it was both soothing and exciting as he caressed me. The entire.