“How about we skip school today and have everyone talk about me? I want to fuck you so badly.”She said, “ I will do whatever you want, my new ma...ter.” With that, I lead her out of the school and to my car. Along the way I slowly caress her fat ass and pull her yoga pants off. When I start the car, I tell her to get on the floor. “Suck my dick, my slut” I tell her, wanting to cum in her slut face. She starts slowly licking the head, and finally puts her lips around my head. She starts sucking my. You see, we'd always ride our bikes home together, and since Aunt Fiona lived halfway between our houses and the school, we'd regularly stop at her place just because we liked it. The woman always kept a pitcher of Kool-Aid in the fridge and Hostess Cupcakes in her cupboard, just for us.We both called her "Aunt Fiona" even though she was Jessi's aunt and not mine. I guess it just came more natural for me than saying "Mrs. Nolan" all the time. Back then, all I knew was that Jessi's aunt owned &. She wasn’t wearing a bra inside. I gently massaged her boobs for a few minutes.Then with one hand I massaged her boobs and with the other i started inserting it into her petticoat and moved forward towards her love hole. She had a clean shave groin and just below it there was a dripping vaginas beneath it. I brought my hand out and locked her love juice from my fingers and opened up her petticoat and it dropped. She was all naked in her beauty before me. Slowly she turned and hugged me very. The fuzzy sweater she wore was some synthetic weave, not really made to absorb moisture, so the beads stood out glazed and uncomfortable between fabric and skin. Her jeans were tight and she had pulled them on too fast, so they rode up and pinched in odd places from not being fitted onto her form quite right. And halfway along her run, she realized that her panties were on the floor of Hansen’s office. Her pussy was still wet from fucking the anthropology professor, indeed still loaded with his.