Bickler is quite aware of how the female form might distract the young men like yourself in the class, and conclude that is why she chose the outfit a...d hairstyle.Guided by the stiff prick in your pants, it's easy to visualize what she might look in some skimpier clothes, some sluttier make-up, and a more provocative hairstyle. Surely most of the boys, and a handful of the girls, would all be failing.Much like Ms. Bickler was now. You watch as she shrugs her shoulders and gives a resigned sigh.. I felt Lexi sink down, then she screamed, Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good! Oh fuck yeah Jenny! Your husband feels so good inside me, instead of you! I look at Jenny yet again, the degradation is turning her on so much, theres even more pussy juice on the chair. Or at least, thats what it looked like. Lexi moaned to me, Fuck! Jack, your cock feels so good! I can see why she wouldnt want anyone else but you! I grabbed her breasts and played with her nipples. I decided to play with them to see. You bend over further. Your ass ripples like a pond when I hit it. You want me to spank your ass harder? I'm leaving red handprints all over your big, white ass.Squish-squish, slosh, slosh. You're a squirter. Rippling and wobbling every time I stroke. Grunting, and straining, and squeezing my dick harder with your pussy every time you come. How many times did you come? I lost count too. Squish-squish, slosh, slosh. Oh shit!...Bam! Right into your pussy! Pregnancy? You got your menopause. STDs?. I wished Karen's father would drink faster. He took and gave back nothing. No one in our family would raise a finger to stop his suicidal spiral. He would think his daughter gave me what he took, even if she chose to be more than I could be.It was our justice.I called Rachel after practice. Like I hoped, she asked me to come over. I did not count on Michael being there, but he was sitting in the kitchen with coffee-stained papers in front of him. Rachel laughed at the look of disappointment on.