. So I asked her what u do mamme she said I am a lecturer in some girls college. I said u must b because ur voice is so melodious she giggled and said...ohh common its not its quite harsh I told her im not lieng it is I have spoken to many ladies and I should say that ur blessed with a melodious voice..she asked so u have done with lots of women… I told her not really,, I dont do it professionally neither I am such a big sexoholic I do it for fun, joy for both it should b like doing something. This drew a lot of attention from both the other students and Mr. Smith, her teacher. “Melissa, you are making a big disturbance in my classroom,” Mr. Smith said. “You know I do not tolerate that in my classroom. Please stand up, take off your panties and hand them to me and bend over my desk.” “But Sir, I was severely punished on Sunday and I can’t help from squirming about,” Melissa replied. “You know that talking back at me will only make your punishment worse,” Mr. Smith said. “Just do. Now my fingertips felt her mound, and the tips rode the ridges of her lips. She made little mewing sounds and began to grind her pelvis against my hand. I hadn’t said a word, but again she spoke. “I want you to open me and fill me to the brim with your beautiful penis, tearing me inside, and I want to feel the pain. I want this moment to be memorable forever.” My body weight was on her, floating on the wide pillows of her breasts, nipple to nipple, firing my passion. I parted her lips and put. .pulls the fabric down....exposes what I saw, her nipple, like a little stawberry....Thoughts....oh I love those nipples. They taste fresh, a bit "sour", like raspberries....A hand from the other guy slides down, down.....I can not see it, but he probably lifts your skirt with his other hand...Exposes your croth, and the matching panties I gave you....Thoughts...the present I still had not seen on you, but in my fantasy I had seen you, with me, in a hotel room, slutty.....now you where in a.