I stopped before the door and kissed her. Our kiss turned passionate, she then broke the kiss and hugged me tightly. "I want you to be my first Joshua..." She said. I opened the door, and we entered the room. Catlin and Heather were on Heather's bed, completely naked. Heather was licking Catlin's pussy. I led Kira to my bed. She pushed me into a sitting position, and pulled off my trunks. My dick was soft again. She wrapped her mouth around my cock and began sucking me off. She wasn't an amateur. ...still Sara didn't use the safe word. I squared over her backside and bore down into her ass. Sara began pounding her fist into the carpet, she squealed into my floor, her one foot kicking. I pulled back out. I really wanted to fuck her ass but not at the expense of hurting her. Sara shocked me by begging to be fucked in her ass. I decided to go ahead and would only stop if I heard the word. I leaned over and thrust slow and deep into her. I didn't stop until I was all the way in. Sara moaned. As a child, French had wondered what was wrong with her that her father could have abandoned her. Her schoolmates were, for the most part, from intact families and she hadn’t understood why she had a mother but not a father. She had once asked her mother why she didn’t have a daddy. Marcheline had told her the unvarnished truth: Patrick Hurst hadn’t loved or wanted her. He had walked away from her without looking back. French realized many years later exactly how cruel her mother had been to. Mr. Thomas glances at the front page and snickers. There is something about a teacher and student, but the paper if folded down so he can’t fully read what it is about. And he doesn’t have to. The elderly man seems to have noticed him looking and folds the paper up then places it on the counter.“Can you believe this nonsense?” the old man asks. “When I was young I never thought of my teacher in any way other than as a teacher. And I’ll tell you another thing. If it were one of my sons or my.