But this would be no longer necessary, as you’ll see. While he kept on saying this stuff about my bubble ass, and such thing like I resemble a gorge...us whore, such comments made me even more turned on, so much that I immediately began to dig into my purse to get money and pay for the hotel room. I’d teach this guy how to fuck a man properly. Once inside the room, we began to kiss, hug passionately. My student Mr. “X” was not a virgin, I could guess. I stripped off his clothes, slid down his. We had been teasing each other the whole walk home, pausing to press up against street lights or, once, to stop by a park bench where I sat and she straddled me, French kissing passionately as my hand stole up her skirt, rubbing her clit insistently and then sheathing two fingers into her tight pussy. She had whimpered at that, and begun to move onto my hand as if she were riding my cock, her kisses wilder than they had been before. I wanted to have her right there, very strongly, everything. The man must weight three hundred, thought Vixen, and he'll have to turn sideways to get those shoulders out the door."Hi," Vixen said, "glad to see you. Your boy's got a nasty habit and you should talk to him about."Hennigan wrinkled his forehead, and Jason stuck out his tongue."He bites people when he gets angry," Vixen said, looking to her boss for support. "Nipped two girls today."Mrs. Morrison nodded. "It's true, Bob. He's a bit of a bully. If he bites anybody again, he'll be out of here. They got married two months later.Kerry had been driving home a drunk friend when he was hit head on, luckily he was driving an old american made car and he suffered a broken leg. There are so many stories involving them. One day I will have to pull them out and write them down. Kerry and Kim have three kids, he raised her baby daughter as his own and I was like a surrogate uncle.We are both involved with computers, and that gave us even more to talk about. So here I am with my two closest.