Hewent to U.A.B., one of the premier medical universities while I went toa local junior college where I soon earned my degrees and was hired by alocal...church to teach in their private school.I was soon called Auntie Sasha by the kids and Mark Unca Mark. We wereoften asked when we would get married, and then Mark would tell themthat he'd ask me on a special day, until then, he had certain things toarrange.When he said that I could see a deep sadness in his eyes that meant adeep hurt that had yet. I slowly walked in my bedroom my heart pounding even faster as I got nearer my husband who didn’t have a clue his wife was behind him, the slut he was fucking was still moaning and making way to much noise, oh fuck oh fuck, yeah, right there, oh fuck she wailed out while my hubby fucked her hard on MY bed. I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scared, stuttering he said hi honey, What the. Brand new as you can see, engine just won’t start.”I mused on how I could easily start her engine. Only need to find the primer button! She was just like my Mum, gingery white hair, a bit thin on top in places, but that’s ageing and also thin hair. Even though she was stressed, Daphne’s face beamed up at me, a picture of friendly acceptance and agreeance, from where she was surprisingly squatting for her age and size next to the green and yellow machine. I beamed down at the bounteous cleavage. Though the exterior was new, and the floor plan was streamlined, they had preserved the old slate blackboards and most of the long wooden bench seats that filled the older students’ classrooms.That included Jenny’s room. She stepped in and turned on the lights with a frisson of happiness at the warm, polished shine of the benches and the smells of chalk dust and oil soap. Here she taught Latin, which the school still required of all its students. A century ago, this had signified prestige and.