Mrs peters was the head masters p.a / teacher and wasn't a lady you messed withOne morning we had assembly at school, it was a bright sunny day, Paul ...nd I was sitting at the front on the floor the teachers all sittingon chairs on a raised platformMrs peters was sitting directly in front of me about ten foot away.She was a black lady 5ft 10 and slim, she always dressed in skirts and blousesand high heels, she was very prim and propperThis morning she was wearing a white blouse, and a short navy. There wasn't a single word accurate enough to describe the feeling swirling within him. Was it anger? No. Surprise? Perhaps. Jealousy? Just a little. Terry wasn't so sure himself. But despite his mind's torrent of uncertainty, his body seemed to be pretty clear on how it felt: aroused beyond comprehension. He locked eyes with his wife, noticing something different. He found no guilt...no remorse in Regina's eyes. Only lust. Vengeance. She'd known about him and Yolanda, but how long? Was this. I know how stressful this is right now. Though if I were in my RIGHT mind, I'd NEVER want you wearing my stuff. But let's face it: we're both literally not in our right minds. I think it would be good if we both relaxed in each other's lives for a bit. It's been a stressful day. How about if tonight, you wear my clothes and sleep in my bed and I'll do the same with your stuff. We'll both feel better."I nodded silently."Holler if you need anything!" she said and skipped off into my room, jumped. Brandon's hands were now gripping my hips as he slammed his cock deep inside me. I could feel the cheeks of my ass quivering and shaking with every thrust. This boy could fuck!I saw that Nora had pulled her huge tits out of her bra and was pinching her erect nipples. I realized that she was going to need a little more attention. I also realized that I was going to cum soon. I switched my focus to Brandon, telling him to, "fuck me baby, fuck Cheryl hard, make me cum, baby, fuck me!"My orgasm.