I forget that she was my teacher.I parted and stood up.She was rubbing her hand all over my chest.I stood behind her digging my crotch on her ass.I to...k my hand forward and placed them on stomach moving my hand all over on her stomach and fingering her naval.My hands went up and squeezing her boobs.I was squeezing like sponge ball and was saying ‘oh jyoti,mmmmmmm yeah baby you have amazing breast ,she replied in a few mourns.I kissed her neck and shoulder while playing with boobs.She was. As I turned my head to reply I could not believe my eyes it was Clothespin Girl Superhero. Her body covered in clothespins my 4 3/4" dick went erect in a split second with 2 clothespins flying off my dick but before they could hit ground Clothespin Girl Superhero had placed them back on my dick. Then she said I'm hear to take your clothespins and take down those 7 clotheslines. I said not so fast dear no sex no clothespins. She said okay lets do this. With that said I removed a few clothespins. I had been working at a restaurant for a couple of months, and frequently served an older man at the restaurant who would come in on his way to visit his children twice a week. Graham. He was around 59, grey, sweet, and gentle looking, but couldn't hide the longing he felt when he saw my young tiny body, especially in the tight uniform of a waitress. I would always wink at him and flirt with him, always leaning over him to collect an imaginary object over the table so his face was practically. Hannah’s personal cock-sleeve. Mrs. Hannah groaned in pleasure, spreading her legs and pressing her red heels into the floor for leverage. Her fists balled in Kimberly’s hair, yanking harder as her hips pivoted forward, but it seemed as though the last three inches would not cooperated. Tears welled in Kimberly eyes from the discomfort, her nails digging into Mrs. Hannah’s bare knees. Mrs. Hannah groaned, rolling her eyes and moving Kimberly’s head back some, letting some inches slide out..