He was moaning uncontrollably with desire. He needed release; he needed to be fucked. “Oh, Mrs. H don’t torture me like this, let me grab your...tits, please!” Eyes half closed, enjoying the ecstasy, Mrs. Hastings nodded in ascent and mumbled, “Call me Sandy if we are going to fuck each other.” He grabbed at her tits and began to twist her hardened nipples. At his touch, she slid all the way down his love pole and buried herself up to his balls. She began to rock back and forth in cowgirl. Tess, who still had a pretty good grip on Adam, made another Reasonable Request and then pulled him into the classroom with her. Both of them were still pretty messy, but they just plopped onto the nearest sofa. Crystal, Nadia, and I took the couch right behind them.From our perch I could see Tess on the left, Adam in the middle, and the cotton-clad guy from Monday on the right of their sofa. Magnusson tossed Tess a box of tissues so that she and Adam could get cleaned up, but some of Adam's. A door closes. There is darkness. * * * She shuts the door and leans against it, breathing heavily. The telltale gleam of salty wetness trail down her cheeks – tears of frustration and rage, glittering and bathing the angry red lines where he has scratched her, in stinging salt. A car pulls into the driveway, engine purring like an overfed cat. Michael. Her darling boy. She walks quickly into the bathroom. Running water. She washes her face and pastes on a smile. Her lips feel as stiff as. As we get into the bedroom I notice the bed has been moved away from the wall leaving all four sides exposed and easily accessible.She tells me to lie flat on the bed with my head hanging over the edge with my legs spread. So I eagerly oblige and I feel her come up behind me. I feel her soft hands slowly caress and spank my ass and then spread my cheeks out wide exposing my tight little hole to her. I feel her warm breath as she blows softly on my rosebud, teasing it and making it tighten more..