At first she was shocked then realised she had become extremely wet between the legs. She knew it was wrong for her to get wet over her son but couldn...��t stop doing herself and disappeared into her bedroom and grabbed her rabbit out of her knicker drawer and brought herself to one of the biggest orgasms she had ever had.Feeling guilty as soon as the orgasm subsided she was cross with herself for being turned on so much by her son and vowed never to do it again. Despite her vow she couldn’t get. "Ihad some well, changes made but it's all legal and basically the same asif we kept Dale on here as a boy. Nobody seems to want him, he won't bemissed. Matter of fact social services seems happy to be finished withhis case. It didn't take much effort to get Dale assigned here after Ioffered to take him in," she went on as Mr. Foster looked over thepaperwork that said much the same thing about the delinquent boy. Someof the letters dated six to eight weeks earlier clearly showed that. She had a pleasant personality to match and I always considered her a role model. Lynn seemed like she was constantly trying to be the cool teacher, someone that could be your best friend. Even today she tried a little too hard to fit in with the younger generation.I'm sure Mrs. Denay was the secret fantasy of half the young men in Iowa over the last thirty years. She was married and had three handsome young sons, living the relatively normal life of a midwestern housewife.However, recently. The minute his tongue went to work on it, she sighed in pleasure. That was when Michael caught her unguarded, the thick head of his cock sliding between her relaxed lips. She could feel it sliding over her teeth and sit heavily on her tongue. Her lips stretched wide to take in the girth of his prick. Michael held her head firmly with two hands, moving her back and forth as his hips drove his cock in and out of her mouth. She didn’t need much in the way of lessons, his hands releasing her head.