By the time I had stopped cumming, I could hardly stand upright for trembling. As I slipped my fingers out of my tight little vagina, I could see my j...ices drip off my palm, while there were more trickles of liquid running down my thigh towards my panties, still bunched up round my knees.………As I slowly came down to earth again, I watched as Miss Sharpe gave Mr Pearson’s wilting cock one last lick as she tucked it back into his trousers.“Time’s getting on,” she said with a smile. “Your class. As my brother was doing business so he was always struck in his work and have hardly time for bhabhi. he was used to leave early and come very late in evening. So i was mixed up with bhabhi like watching tv together and evening having food together.One day bhabhi was cooking lunch and suddenly she came to me and hugged me tightly and said to me I need a kiss would you do it or should I bite your lips. I was stunned as i was never excepting this thing from her. I said u do it she smooched to me. It had still felt great at the time, but nothing like what Emma was doing to him now.Her long hair was hanging down and tickling his ball sack at the end of each cycle. Several times, he felt the tip of her tongue tease his pee-hole while her hand stroked him.He felt he should be doing something, but her pussy was too far away for him to reciprocate orally. Instead, he put both hands on her full hips and massaged the generous flesh there.That action apparently let Emma know that he was fully. D. in poultry. The chicken doctor, we called her, good naturedly of course; and she'd always taken this well. Eventually her nickname (astronauts LOVE giving each other nicknames) evolved into "CD". By the time of launch we were all calling her this. From her I'd learned more about the life cycle, breeding cycle, and death cycle of chickens than I'd ever hoped to know. She was an accepted, though minor member of our crew. She'd trained with us in the simulators, had gone up with us in the vomit.