I liked the most deviant fucking best of all... Such as the one porn channel I found of a guy who planted a camera in his hotel room and banged hooker... in front of the hidden cam.He didn’t wear a condom, either. The filthy animal! The danger, the sickness of it, made his channel a favorite site of mine.Banging hookers without condoms was fun, but I wanted even more devious entertainment. And I got it when I discovered family voyeur porn. Brothers and sisters going at it. Mothers on cam, fucking. I helped a so my business was showing completely and not just my dick sticking through the zipper. She first jerked me off while giving me horny looks, played with my balls a bit but to no avail, my dick was flaccid, probably from being nervous, but she didn't mind, soon she put her lips around my cock.She did a great job sucking me off but I could only see her head going up and down, I leaned back to get a better view of how she was blowing me, this also helped with the stiffness down below.. All of this continued for about a month then I made the discovery which gave me the answer I was looking for. Sitting at my desk one day I leaned over hard in my chair and broke one of the cheap plastic wheels. But up on the second floor we have a classroom which is not used, but instead is being used for storage of desk, tables, chairs, along with a smaller attached room to it where we keep extra school supplies, like pens, pencils, stacks of paper, sticky notes, toner cartridges, some laptop. It wasn't going to happen. I was going to have to accept it and move on. I was a thirty-four year old bachelor with a great job, a great future, and no hope.I returned to my routine. The first week of July, I got a call from Mrs. Molly Larkin, nee Ransom, now of Seattle, Washington. She was all bubbles of enthusiasm as always."Hi Tory ... how are you?" Fine, Molly. How was Hawaii?" Wonderful. Oh, Tory, the beaches and the weather and ... just everything was great. It was a terrific honeymoon. I.