I started counting tiles on the wall to stop from cumming so soon when she let out a screech from cumming again then that was it. I blew a massive wad of hot cum deep into her pussy. We continued to pump slower in a fucking motion until I had gone limp. I kissed her neck and nibbles on her ear to settle the moment down. For the next year while I worked there she continued to date other guys but was in no hurry at all to be fucked because she would come to my office at least three times a week for a serious romp with love juices running all over the place. I left that job and went on to other things and am still married to the same woman I was married to then. I long to have another relationship with another woman like that that gets off on another man that she knows she can’t have. Dianna has since gotten married as well but once in a while we will send each other notes saying how we are doing like old friends who rode the buss together in school. The Slime Who Loved Me My name is Mark. I'm a high school senior, just under six feet tall, with dark blonde hair that develops light blonde highlights in the summer. indian I have an athletic build, and dark blue eyes. I've always been a little underwhelming, second string on the football team and basketball team, always come in second in track, and second trumpet in the school band. I maintain average grades in all my classes, putting me somewhere in the middle of my class in overall all scholarship. It's frustrating, I work hard, try hard, play hard, and never quite come out on top. My folks are average people, in their forties, drive eleven-year-old vehicles, live in a thirty-year-old house with fourteen years left on the mortgage. My sister, Candice, Candy to her friends, is two years younger than I am and as popular as I am plain. She had no problems finding dates for Friday or Saturday nights, while I had a habit of asking girls who had just said yes to some other guy. We would have had a younger brother, but he was stillborn and his mother couldn't have any more babies after that. Totally unremarkable, that's me. Friday morning, after a hard rain, mom asked me to check the 'wet spot' in the basement, a place in the foundation wall that sometimes showed a little seepage after wet weather. In the basement, unfinished, with a dirt floor, I made my way to the back corner. I caught a glint of reflection from the wall in the beam from my flashlight. Dad was going to be pissed, wet walls encouraged the growth of mold, and he hated spraying the chemicals used to keep it in check. Closer, the shiny area took on a pale pinkish cast, not normal for wet walls. I reached out to touch it, finding it dry to the touch, feeling like plastic, with just a little give when I put pressure on it. Definitely not any mold I knew about. I scratched at it with a fingernail, scraping away a tiny bit of sticky residue. I wiped my finger on my pants, figuring that dad had sprayed some sort of sealant there. Back upstairs, I told mom the walls weren't wet and headed off to school. The first period was Biology. We were preparing slides and viewing them, taking pictures through the microscope outdoors when we found something interesting. I noticed some dirt under my finger nail, possibly from scratching on the wall. On a whim, I scraped it out with a probe, putting it on an unused slide. softcore I used a drop of the nutrient solution we used for live cultures on it and stirred it around a bit. She had said she wanted to be an object, no limits, what and how I wanted to have her. She came in from the kitchen area, and to my malevolent pleasure, she pranced around in tiny shorts, and only a black lace bra covering her top. "How is this happening? He felt her soft skin against him. This was going to raise a few red flags. “Nearly done Jenna, just a few seconds more.” outdoors "I guess they were too distracted by my hotness!" Sleep. She’d stopped long enough to hustle to her apartment door and unlock it, hurry inside and close it behind her before tearing off every stitch of clothing and collapsing onto her back right there on the floor to finish what she’d started, this time imagining that David had not only continued to spank her there in the vestibule but had pulled up her dress and yanked down her panties to do it. He loves see, and to feel his big black cock make your throat expand and contract as he drives it in and out. corner, I checked the mail. Never breaking her gaze told me she had made the decision. If you do this punishment with seem like child's play. Her head hung limply, lifeless, but her quiet sobs told him that his smack's purpose - to startle rather than to truly harm - had had its effect. She replied “would you have an interest in buying into a restaurant franchise”. "Are you expecting anyone?" I wasn't ready when she sucked up a mouthful of our cum and kissed me but I wound up stealing it all back softcore and swallowing it. “Fuck,” he groaned. Her bowels writhed about my pumping fingers. A four-way, long distance orgasm! The humiliated teacher sat in the Wendy's parking lot, Blouse open and breasts bared with her senior English student and rubbed the ice cold chocolate frosty all over her breasts. He lifted his hand placing it over her left breast, grazing his cold fingers over the flesh. Peering up through the surface of the water, the beast could see a dozen figures, clad in white, swaying gently as they encircled the grotto’s edge. "My turn!" he said with a grin, indian "Come on over here." The poor hottie just could not keep from begging! "Let's go," he said simply, opening the door out of her apartment. He had the look of sheer terror in his eyes. We introduced ourselves and mingled.