Swami continued to swill whisky and Arti just stared at the TV screen.'Malti get on all fours' MD said, 'Ab main teri gaand maaroonga (Now I am going ...o fuck your ass hole)'. Obediently Malti took her position.Swami stared at the screen and groaned, 'Oh no, he is going to fuck her gaand also'.'Malti you know your father always complained that I did not know how to take the ass hole cherry. I think, for the first time, I will try out his way on his daughter today. What do you say?' MD said in. "Michael found Gerard's card in Jen's purse. He sat on the bed next to Jen. Before she could object, he called the number."Hi -- Gerard? This is Michael -- ah - Jen's husband."Even though it was just mid-morning, Gerard seemed wide awake, and went right to the point. "Hello Michael. It's good to talk to you. Did Jen tell you about yesterday?" Um -- yeah, she did." Let me make sure. Did she tell you that I caressed her thigh, under her skirt? And she opened her legs for me? Did she tell you. There was no time for Jaime to discuss this turn of events as the bell sounded signaling the end of lunch break. We went our separate ways.What was going on with me today. The school nurse, Tracey Tong, five foot two, 105 pounds maybe, C cup boobs maybe, and ravishing stopped me in the hallway before I got to class.“Rick, you need to see me this week. It’s time for your annual physical.” She nodded and moved on.Thankfully, my next class had a male teacher. Damn! No such luck. There was a. He pulled her tight crushing her nipples against him and sought her mouth with his own.She responded willingly and his tongue ran around her teeth as his member pounded her womb.His member was throbbing, tingling with anticipation and then suddenly the pulsing reache a crescendo and his seed burst forth flooding her then flooding again and again until she was sated.They lay entwined for several seconds before either moved.“Oh lord what have we done,” she muttered.“Well I reckon we had a bit of.