After that I’ll get back to the Succubus path. If you see something else you want me to jump on, send me a message I’ll get that going next.)—�...———————————————-Tired of life on the farm, John a very agile farm hand who is very tired of feeding chickens, shoveling crap from the barn and other menial jobs for pay that never seems to last long enough to the next payday, decided to make his own life. Having to travel through the woods and very confident in his abilities due to winning many fights. I answered, "Sure. One manifold burrito al-la-Jack coming up."We actually ran the Frankenmonster for a bit to heat things up so we could 'cook' our burritos. I walked over and used my shemagh to grab our burritos then headed toward the errant artist and offered, "Here you go, I hope you like it."He smiled and replied, "Oh, I'm sure I will."I waited until he took his first bite. But he just smiled and commented, "This is good but I wish it was a little spicier."I thought 'what the fuck', then I. The fourth class period of her day was Advanced Graphics, a senior-only course. She loved teaching this section, since only the students who wanted to be there were, and they put their full effort into it. This helped right now, because the busier Tory was, the less time she worried about her eldest being at sea.Just as she started talking about the homework assignment, the door in the back of the classroom opened and Terri Larson walked in with Mitch right behind her. Tory stopped her. Mindy had an aggressive rhythm going back and forth on his cock, taking every morsel of the shaft into her mouth and probably down her throat. Those motions were synced with the strokes Guy 1 was making into her nude body.Margo gasped out in a whisper only I could hear, “Cool.”I tapped her on the shoulder and we backed away from the crack in the door. I whispered to her in a neutral tone, “Did you know she was planning this? Do you know the guys?”“No, to both questions. I figured she’d be home.