While this had been going on I was rhythmically shoving the hardness in my pants into the soft crack of her ass, pressing her hips against the edge of...the counter. So innocent in the ways of women was I back then, that I never recognized how mother's sobs had turned to deep laboured breathing, how her buttocks pressed back into my groin or how her nipples hardened almost to diamond-like points.No, when the moment became almost too much for me to bear, I pulled myself away from my mother and. The fucking in the halls and the way the girls dress and act. Hard to teach in a room where girls are petting boys' cocks and the boys are feeling up their girlfriends." Shoot. They're young. You'll get used to it." Nobody reads the assignments and some of them, I'm pretty sure, can't read at all." Well now, some's here just to play football. They'll disappear when the season's over, be back next fall." He chuckled. "Some've been here four or five years like that." I had three girls come up. She did not want to do this to herhusband, dispite the pleasures forced upon her. But the resistanceproved to be futile as Connie's own right hand grasped Cherry's leftwrist and pulled it away again leaving her moist opening unprotected.With some carefull positioning from Connie she found the right spot,then very slowly applied pressure. Cherry grimaced, there was nolubrication. Then almost without warning the large fake cock slippedinto her cavity where she was wet and she let out a muffled. “Oh, no,” She said, annoyed, “I wasn’t even speeding.”She pulled her car off the road, got out her driver’s license and registration and waited, window down, for the visit from whomever it was that had pulled her over.She heard a crunch of gravel and had just turned to face her accuser when she heard a hissing sound and felt a mist cover her face; then blackness.“OK, let’s get her out of here. Smith drive the car. Jones help me get her into the van for transport.”The man giving the orders was.