He could tell what he was supposed to do: fuck Christine on the teacher's desk. But he was confused. Everyone appeared to have seen this many times be...ore, as if there was an established ritual. But his mind was a complete blank of any previous experience."Christine, don't dilly dally!" The older Heather growled. "You know what to do." Yes, Ms. Morgan," she whispered.The real Christine did not suffer fools gladly. Had this been her, she would have stomped out of the room and gone straight to. "What I don't understand," she said, "is how we're supposed to be able to draw a full nude if all they let us have is models in bathing suits." I nodded in agreement. "I don't know about you, but my imagination isn't that good. I mean, I can imagine, of course, but I'd much rather have it right out there on display. That's the only way I'll know if my drawing is truly realistic or not." I nodded some more. "Don't you agree?" she said, ignoring my bobbing head."Absolutely. Put those tits right. "Uwwwwwww" she breathed at the first penetration.Jade felt ripples of pleasure running up her spine as her anus opened and the thick cock entered her back door. She began making slow circles with her hips, holding onto his cock tightly and allowing her ass to stretch around the ever-swelling cock head. One more gyration and her anus clamped down just behind the rim of his huge helmet sending pre-orgasmic shudders all the way to her toes."Shit, I never thought this would feel so good" she. Finally, I agreed and got ready. Again, I took some extra cash, thinking it would help her.As I was on the way, Meena called and informed me to call Raadha instead of ringing the doorbell. I did as my wife instructed. On the call, Meena was surprised knowing me standing outside her door.Raadha opened the door gently and was standing behind the door. She immediately said, “Don’t make any sound, they (her husband and daughter) have just gone to sleep”. Then she invited me inside.I asked her if it.