I kept my fingers busy at her clit, even though once I entered her it was harder to get my hand around her belly. Nonetheless, she made it to a second... bigger climax before I was near. I kept whispering over and over how much I loved her and how happy I was that our baby was coming soon. The words probably did as much to drive her toward her next peak as my cock or fingers did and soon, we were both climaxing as I felt tiny contractions ripple through her pussy.My first thought was, Oh boy!. She didn’t have any panties on and her swollen pussy lips glistened with her juices. Swinging her legs off the lounge she got up and started for the back door. “Come on lets fix something simple and I really need to talk to you about Dave and me. Ok, honey?” We never did get to eat dinner that night. We were in the process of cooking spaghetti when Amber started shaking and tears started streaming down her cheeks. Turning off the burners, I led her. ‘Please, please Headmaster, I’ll suck your cock every day, I’ll…’ There was a pause and then the smacking started. Still Sally could do nothing and she had, after all, asked for it. She was excited now, properly wet, she wanted Jerry’s fingers between her thighs, touching, stroking teasing. ‘Please, please your big cock, Headmaster.’ But it was not fingers or the smooth dome of Jerry’s inevitably hard cock but the feather again. It tickled her clit and she squirmed in pleasure as it light­ly. “Make a list of all the girls, Andy, and all the guys, Patti, in your class who aren’t going out with anyone.” She reached back again to grab pens and handed them out, as well. By now her robe had fallen wide open, completely exposing her full breasts. She shrugged and pulled the robe a little closer. “Start. Now.”Andy tore his eyes from his mother’s breasts and began to write. The list was short. Patti’s list was only about five names long. Andy looked at Patti’s list.“Hugh Grant? Brad Pitt?.