He just stared at me and panted a little, I wanted to show him what a good bad girl i was, mmmmmm teacher crush! i kept looking up at him, my pout tur...ed to a sweet smile as i unzipped his pants and took out his cock, i’ll never do that again sir, i smiled as i wrapped my sweet lips around him and ran my tongue over the head of his wet cock, mmmmmm i moaned, i took him out of my mouth, squinted my eyes at him and said yum, then i slowly ran my pink tongue over his hard cock, yum yum, do you. " She had been using it a lot lately, an awful lot. But even fucking herself with a fake cock while fantasizing it was some handsome stud was getting old. Lately her fantasies had taken a surprising turn. She had been thinking a lot about black men. It was surprising in that she was Southern, born and bred, and from a family that was as racist as it was was possible to be. To her folks Blacks were 'mud people' and had been put on Earth for the sole purpose of serving the white race. That it. My heart was pounding. For some reason my dick was so hard it hurt as it strained against my pants.Tom put some more tokens in then leaned over and asked, can I see it. I didn't know what to say or do. I don't know why, but I moved my arm out of his way. Reaching his other hand over he unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. Pushing my pants open the stress on my dick lifted. Raising my shirt, his hand made me feel funny as he slid it across my stomach then under the waistband of my. Startled, but incredibly relieved, Timothy lowered his chest down on Ms. Alsover's voluminous bosom, gazed into her soft eyes and gently caressed her face with his hands. Then he kissed her mouth, her cheekbones, her eyelids, her chin and both sides of her neck. Neither the boy nor the old woman spoke, as they continued to kiss one another while gently stroking each others faces.After a long while, Ms. Alsover locked eyes with Timothy and lovingly squeezed his cheek. She then brought her arm.