Our pussies were both dripping wet. "I want you to lift your ass up. I want to show you something." I was then laying on the bed and lifted my ass up....My stepmother put her one leg over my stomach and the other leg under my ass. Our pussies were rubbing against each other. “What is this called?” “Scissoring. Move your pussy over my clitoris. Really fuck me now.” We were both moving our pussies over the other one’s pussy. It felt so good while we moved. We both let out a scream and had. Although I did make us a salad, we never made it to the kitchen. We went to my living room instead. I looked over my shoulder to see Cole checking out my exposed ass as I led him over to the sofa, where I had him sit so I could plop on his lap. We talked, and kissed, and I enjoyed the feel of his warm hand sliding under my apron to massage my tits and tweak my nipples that were already hard before he even touched them.Cole’s eyes were warm and enticing, and his cologne mixed with his masculine. " She kissed me on cheek, said, "Sweet dreams!" and just like that the door closed behind her. I slowly got undressed to my boxers, feeling a bit uneasy in their home and slipped under the covers. The numbing effects of the alcohol and thoughts of Monica luring me to sleep. No sooner had I fallen asleep, a noise from the kitchen startled me. Suddenly awake, I raised my head from the pillow, listening. I heard the sound of glassware clinking together coming from the kitchen. I lay still a bit. “Treat me like a slut” she panted “spit on me!” My young student was somewhat taken aback at this forthright request. One of the young gangster black guys took his lips off her nipple and grinned.“The slut wants you to spit on her man! Spit on the whore!” Then laughed, before placing his thick black lips over her erect nipple and began to suckle.My student placed his hand under the chin of my slave girl, holding her had up to his face. His lips pursed then opened, spitting forcibly into my.