I was just a drunk stoner with nothing better to do with my life, and now I had no life. No more right arm, so most jobs are out. I can't even write...anymore and just get angry looking at the childlike scrawl of my left hand. I couldn't stop looking in the mirror now either. People said I still had my good looks, but all I could see was the small flaws and scars now. Some guys said that girls like that, but I couldn't imagine that. How could a girl love me after she found out what I'd. To my right, my fist began to pump Mr Adams’ member.I set to, a cock in each hand, my hot mouth bouncing up and down. I paused in jacking the muscular athletics teacher’s organ to get at his trouser button, but with my eyes elsewhere I was struggling until he unfastened it himself and placed my fingers gently back onto his knob. Combined with the headmaster’s gentle hand on the back of my head, there was no doubt any more that permission was granted.I went to work with gusto. For a while, the. She met me hungrily, searching my mouth frantically with her tongue, turning her head this way and that to reach into every part of my mouth.I ran my hand down her back until I cupped her round bottom, pulling her hard into my erection. Still that was not as hard as her reaction, because she jerked her hips forward as if trying to press us together forever. When our kiss broke off, I bent down and kissed around one of her boobs until I could capture the distended nipple in my mouth. I suckled. Upset".Al bounced his wife's boobs right in front of him. "Go on. What are you upset about?" "I feel like my wife is being violated." Do you feel violated, Gloria?", Al asked."I feel...", Gloria tried to put the right words together "...aroused", a pause, "...ashamed"."Oh, that's good. Mixed emotions. That's normal. How about you, Howard? Do you have any mixed emotions about this?", Al said, as he reached inside her blouse and started playing with her tits inside. "For instance, are you.