I hope he isnt mad. The last thing I need is that! I walked over and sat down next to my sexy teacher. Mr. Connor chuckled with his head in his hand.... He was murmuring something. What did I do to deserve this? I finally heard him say. To deserve what? I said with my sexy high pitched voice. I dont get it. He said sternly. What does an 18 year old girl want with a 32 year old Music teacher? Mr. Connor asked plain as day. He was staring into my eyes now..waiting for an answer. Umm when you. I will!”It turned out that Mars was also very well trained. Howard for undergrad and then Boston College for his Master of Music.Yeah. Ken and that slender flamboyant bitch fucked once a week until Ken got order down to Albany, Georgia. It was fun while it lasted. He learned so much about Black history while being with Mars. The dude came from a family that had of course been enslaved, but never felt the additional bondages of sharecropping. Somehow they had been exempt from that dark piece of. Sweat poured from my brow as my balls slapped her thighs. I swear that I could feel my cock turning red from the friction of this terrific fuck as her juices ran down my nuts. Begging I pleaded with her, "Let me cum inside of you sweet slut, I want to fill you up with my cream; please let me cum!" Oh yes bastard fill me up with your seed; plant your seeds in my garden; oh God yes!" The room echoed with the sound of skin slapping on skin. My hands were now digging into her hips."Shit, bitch, I'm. That quick move really hurt and I thought I was going be split in two halves. I thought I was going to scream. ‘Easy, Anita’, Samuel said as he pulled out a little. I could feel my pussy juices coming out in a full discharge now. John kept himself all the way in but lay still, as Samuel started slow strokes putting a little more in with each thrust. What had been a little pain was now wonderful. I tried to move my pussy as I would usually do when fucking but then I found letting the guys do.