There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last...man on earth.Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the stereotype her subconscious refused to relinquish the connection. Off to college Ethel chose a school as far away from home as her parents allowed. From Philadelphia,. Hell, I was fucking his son in the room down the hall from them. We could even hear them sometimes. But getting that physical right in front of us was definitely something new and unexpected.I watched in fascination as Mr. Brennan’s pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and his hand slipped under my mother’s blouse and felt her up. I could tell he was talking to her and she was nodding. My mother was working on his belt. My mother had the snap on Mr. Brennan’s pants undone and his. "That hole is tighter than my pussy Tarzan. You want to fuck me there?" Tarzan instantly prepared to penetrate. Jane knew this would be rough but her body still squirmed from her orgasm that she didnt care. Tarzan stuck the head of his dick in Jane's asshole and was immediately astonished. He drew deeper into her, staying in sync with Jane's body language to stay pleasant. Tarzan learned two very important words while with Jane. "Fuck me." With the green light to go full force Tarzan began his. No, I’m safe for now. I see that a curvy blonde is reading a book on the seat to the right. I watch her lick her finger to turn the page in her book and wish I could lick her. I suddenly scream out in shock as the petite girl next to me takes my cock into her mouth. I quickly cough to cover up my loud expletive and glance around to see if anybody took any notice. The blonde in front was looking straight at me. Shit! Blondie winks at me and then traces her lips with her tongue seductively. She.