My nose was grinding into her clit and her large pale stomach was bobbing against my forehead. Despite all of this, I could feel my cock get harder th...n it ever had before. Finally, she stopped bouncing. “I have an idea,” she said mischievously. She looked down at me and winked before lifting herself off of my face. I was incredibly relieved until she revealed her new plan. She straddled me facing the other direction, her flabby white ass thrust into my face. The cellulite stood out as she. - Hey, but you like what you see, I can tell by the way your cock looks.I looked down. I noticed how my cock was all wet from a steady flow of pre-cum.- Traitor, I whisped to my rock hard cock.- Honey, we're not finished yet, if that's what you think. The nigger adressed my wife as he withdrew his glistening cock from her pussy. He simply tossed Helen around, told her to stand on all fours.- I'll fuck you from behind now. Your pussy looks ready for it. You just look your husband right into his. "As a matter of fact, yes. You know that feeling." Of wanting something that can blast your mouth clean?"She blushed. I hadn't intended or caught my own double meaning, but it was pretty clear that she did."Well, something like that. I missed breakfast and have been at this conference most of the day." So what conference are you here for?"She looked at me again, "I'd rather not say. I don't mean to seem rude, I'm just not at liberty."I nodded, then helped her tilt the snack machine forward.. Teaching grade three, many of her students looked completely different five, ten, twenty years later... and parents often assumed she should recognize them and remember their c***d... something that the longer she taught she was getting worse and worse at. She managed a friendly smile and replied, "Yes, I am."Crystal knew the teacher wouldn't have a hope of knowing who she was. She had her own long experience of being a professor and often needing to relate to people who assumed she should know.