The teacher stared in slack-jawed outrage, her screen self’s mouth a complimentary circle. Her naked tits were juddering for the lens and perspirati...n was trickling down her face. A fever of lust was in those eyes—the professional school-teacher metamorphosed back into the sweat-drenched whore of her college years. Mandy Summers had come storming back and her return had been caught on camera. Of the guy supplying the cock there was no clear view, but every thrust he delivered was rippling. I fill my hands with soap and rub all over my body and your face comes to my mind.Water washes over me and I feel the soap running down my body and the feel is seductive on my skin.My hand runs down my neck, wishing you could nip me there, then my hand runs to my breast and I feel my nipples bud and tighten. I take one in my fingers and twist and then pull, as I imagine your mouth would do. My breath catches in my throat as the pleasure from my breast runs to my pelvis and makes my back arch. The electricity just went through my entire body. My hands roamed her back, my tongue her mouth and I just could not believe what was occurring. We parted for a second. We said a few words about how amazing it was and we just attacked each other again. My hands grabbed her Phat ass through her pants and her arms were wrapped around me, her tits grinding against me, instantly making me hard. She commented about it as we parted again and stared at my dick.However, It was still work hours. We. "Do you have a ring?" I was waiting to see if I left here alive, first," I said, "before getting one." What about school?" Paul said."I'll finish school, Dad! I promise!" When?" he asked."Right away! I won't quit school at all!" Maria said, pleading."No, no!" Paul said, "I mean, when will you get married?"I broke in. "Not for a long time, sir. We've only just agreed to get married. I know it's a shocker for you. We can wait! We will wait. Maybe we'll get married in the Spring -- in Florida.".