I was surprised how quick the whole thing went. Eric grabbed my head, holding me by the hair, arched his hips and came in my mouth. I looked up lickin... my lips."That was fun." I said a little drunkenly. Not knowing what to expect."Oh no!" my wife yelled. "You think you're gonna get away that easy. You think you can just tramp around like a little cock sucking whore, and get away with it? Eric read this." She said handing him that week's copy of 'The New Yorker'."You little girl . . . You are. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek quickly. “Chris, my mom says she needs your help.”, Lexie stated. “Uh…ok.”, I replied, going back inside. I walked through the living area and back into the kitchen where Jennifer Thomas was leaning over, looking into the oven. Jennifer Thomas was still a very attractive woman with a very nice body. She had a great ass just like her daughter. “Hey, Lexie said you needed help.”, I asked. Jennifer stood up and turned around to face me. She had a huge. I mean, she was a little kinky. She enjoyed being spanked, for example. And rim-jobs a-plenty were given in both directions. And she would sometimes tie herself up and allow me to cum all over (and in) her for a day. But nothing particularly rapey or anything like that. The craziest it got was "Sex Twister." This was a game she made up, using a twister board. We'd play Twister as normal, but after each spin, whoever's turn it was had to find a way to keep their hands and feet in place while. She was deep in "The Count of Monte Cristo" when she noticed Mr. Anderson was craning his neck to see her sitting across from his desk. Suddenly, she blushed realizing he was probably getting a good look at her private parts and her cheeks resting on the edge of her chair. Sally did her best to act nonchalant and without any hint that she knew the good-looking married teacher was peeking at her goodies.When the bell sounded announcing the end of class, she heard his voice addressed right at.