The vibrating bullet has ceased to vibrate so I assume the battery has run down while we slept, but the bulb inserted in my still soaking wet pussy st...ll feels hard and fabulous. We're still spooning and Hank is still in a deep slumber. As I assess the situation I'm torn between trying to slowly pull my cock out of Hank's butt without waking him and go start my day...or maybe I should start fucking him a little and see where it leads...As I contemplated, Hank's butt began to push back against. We can try...” I withdrew from her pussy and quickly delved into the drawer one more time to retrieve a bottle of lube. Not wanting to give her the chance to change her mind I hurriedly applied a generous amount to her ass, and then a coating to my shaft as well. I put the head of my cock against the ring of tight muscle and gave a small push. “Ok,” I said. ”Let’s just go slow…relax.” She whimpered as I slowly pushed my cock into her. I felt and saw the head get past the gloriously tight. “Perfect.”* * *Waking up with a hangover is a sign you did something bad. Waking up on the floor is a sign you’ve done something worse.That mantra rolled through my head as I stood up from the pristine white carpet, stained only by two wet patches, one from drool and the other from a bottle of whiskey.“Be home in an hour,” is what my husband’s text said, and even though I had fallen for it a hundred times before, I put on that green chemise he liked, because he thought it brought out my eyes.. I dried up the puddles but I could feel my scent permeating the walls around my territory…I mean my room.I walked back into my office and sat down to ponder on what just happened. Mrs. Dorsey felt like she was at home because of my scent. This drove me wild as my desires to mark my territory intensified. This powerful urge to mark my territory sent my brain into overdrive. I started to think about Mrs. Dorsey and it dawned on me. It wasn’t enough to make my classroom my territory, I wanted all.