Itwas as if he was walking on tip toe. The saleslady said that wascommon, walking in six-inch heels.Margaret told her to put the black ones back on hi..., that hewould wear them home. He couldn't believe she was going to buy themand make him wear them. He carefully walked behind her and wasshocked when she turned and led him into the store next door. Shetold the clerk she had placed a special order and they'd said itwould be ready now. She gave the clerk her name. The clerk lookedat some boxes. I was fucking her hard and shot a huge amount of cum in her pussy.Me: Uhhhh.Teacher: I can feel your cum inside me.Me: Great!What a slut!Her pussy oozing with my cum while her husband is sleeping a few feet away.Me: That’s what you get for being a bad teacher.Teacher: I must be bad more often then.Me: You should be!Teacher: This was nice and everything but you should be going.Me: I’m going. You’re my slut.Teacher: I am.Me: Good, then be a good slut and stop boring me with your letters. Good. She found herself eyeing all the boys, wondering what their cocks looked like, if they were near as big as Skip, wondering how many of them had fucked girls. She looked at each girl who passed her, wondering if the girl had been fucked, wondering how many girls had been fucked up the ass, or how many had been fucked by their brothers, or how many girls had been fucked up the ass by their brothers wonderfully huge cocks. She felt like announcing that she was no longer a virgin, that she'd been. ‘Though… well. You’re still in high school. I don’t know if I should…’ ‘Don’t worry about it.’ Emily moved in to kiss me on the cheek. ‘I prefer older men anyway. And I’m already 18.’ She sat on my lap and started to caress my face, looking at me contemplatively as she did it. Then she started loosening my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and running her hands across my chest. ‘Nice chest hair,’ she said. ‘You know, chest hair is a real turn-on for me. Most of the guys I’ve been with barely have.