Rachael had done exactly as i had ordered to do.She was sitting on the corner seat of the classroom and the adjacent seat was vacant.I sat on it and s...iled at her.Mr.Stevens was our chemistry teacher,he was saying something about 'carbons and their allotropes'.I wasn't paying much attention to him,all my attention was needed in staring the long smooth pair of legs beside me.When Mr.Stevens turned his back to us,i got my opportunity.I extended my hand reaching out to her crotch.Rachael shifted. Seth slapped my wife across her fleshy ass cheeks a couple of times, before pressing the head of his huge black cock against my wife's sopping wet twat.Tammy stopped what she was doing for a moment and watched in fascination, as her mother's tight, white cunt began to swallow the stud's long, black dong. Beth shoved her hips back in an effort to fill her burning pussy with more black meat. Beth was rocking back and forth, between the two thrusting peckers. My wife moaned and groaned, as her. .here it cummmsssssssss .....argggggghhhhhh!"Michelle’s teasing tongue was suddenly coated by a flood of thick jism, her mouth filled to the brim after two additional explosive spurts. Then Michelle removed her mouth from the spurting cock, her hands now directing the streams of cum onto her lovely 36EE tits. Looking up at her black lover, she opened her mouth wide and wiggled her pink tongue through the mouthful of thick cum. Still looking up, Michelle closed her mouth and swallowed hard.. I saw him all the time, of course, because he and Kelly did stay together. Every once in a while -- in a crowded bar, say, or at a party -- he would seize my hand, place it on his crotch and say, “Help me out, bro.” I always snatched my hand away theatrically, but the truth is I didn’t mind and usually laughed when he did it.That phrase became something of an inside joke with us. If he was moving furniture around his apartment or cleaning up after a party he’d say, “Help me out, bro,” and we’d.