I left class and came back to her room after the final bell had rung for the day. I started to open the door to Miss Wilson's classroom but as I pushe... the door open, I could hear distinctive moans and sounds that made me stop and listen before I went any further. I stood there feeling my cock growing hard as I could hear a soft female voice rising and falling as though she was in the throes of being fucked. I peeked on further inside and could see Miss Wilson sitting at her desk, her back to. ..is it this one? oh!! wait ‑ give me that back, i didn’t mean to give it to you! rats!! wait, wait, ‑ no, tiger ‑ Miss Iza ‑ wait, um, do‑over!!! no, c’mon, Miss Iza, please? i...you could...sigh....left or right boot first, Miss Iza??Chapter Two:?kiki, come here this instant! kiki, i’m talking to you ‑ come here! now! kiki? oh come on, kiki, please? pretty please?? i’ll be your friend.....pleeeeaaaase???? sigh.?Chapter Three: ?ok, this looks pretty easy when Mistress does it. . .Mom was shivering as aunt continued to rub her pussy. It seemed aunt Sheela was deliberately spreading my mom’s pussy so that I could have a proper look at my mom’s pussy. She kept an eye on me to check if I was getting to look properly.Then my mom raised her hand overhead with her eyes closed exposing her armpits which had little hair on them. She was biting her lower lip in excitement and was panting and moaning. Then she said –Mom: Uff… Sheela..I am almost there. Rub it harder..Now I was. She preferred to bare her rump and use either her favorite riding crop or the imitation “Cat of Nine Tails” that never failed to bring little whimpers of self-pity to her sinful lips after only a few repetitions of heavy blows on her teenaged skin.She had modified a set of her mother’s finest clothespins to pinch her immature nipples with just the right amount of pressure to bring her to her knees in proper humbleness in the sight of God. When she did the top half and the bottom half together,.