I knew what she was talking about,and it kinda turned me on. 34-D. I answered. And with that our naked bodies were wrapped around each other as we mad... out. My arms were wrapped around hers, and my hands roamed down to squeeze her tight ass. She moaned with pleasure, and before long she was sitting on the bench in front of the mirror. I was on my knees in front of her, and I spread her legs as I began to flick my tongue in and out of her now wet pussy. My tongue drank in the sweet tasting. As the school year came to a close, I told my mom one weekend that I wasn’t coming home that night because I was going to stay over at a friend’s house in Scranton. Her first question was: “Is Ryan going with you?” I replied, “No…He is not going.” I knew my plan was working. That afternoon, I jerked off in the bathroom to the image of my best friend filling my mom’s pussy with his cum. I got dressed in my good pair of jeans and put on one of my American Eagle shirts and told mom that I was. She had previously placed two bottles of water on a nightstand and I handed her one. It took her about five minutes for her to return to normal breathing. She looked at me and said, “I’d love to return the favor, but I don’t think I can just now.”“No worries,” I said. “You just lay back and relax. I can amuse myself while you rest.” With that, I moved back between her open thighs, but this time I was up on my knees. My cock was hard, swollen and straining as I placed her ankles on my shoulders. Emma was gasping out loud after each spank, some gasps merging in to each other as Miss Bentner spanked the same spot on her bottom time and again. Emma wriggled around on the teacher’s lap, gasping with the pain but not wanting the spanking to stop. Far from it. She even raised her bottom encouraging her teacher to keep on spanking her. Miss Bentner saw Emma raise her bottom and spanked her harder several times. Then she rubbed the 17-year-olds bottom and the backs of her legs. Emma parted her.