They seemed to be fuming.There was a definite atmosphere in the cottage when I got home. Mum and dad were just back from the parents evening at the sc...ool and they too were fuming. Dad had a puffy black eye. His other eye fixed me angrily as soon as I opened the front door.“You stay away from that girl, do you hear me!?” he screamed. His voice normally went lower when he was a normal level of angry; this was a higher-pitched voice instead, full of anxiety and uncertainty. He was shaking. He was. My dick almost tore through my pantyhose, my pussy soaking the nylons.“The restroom, Ms Marcie?” gasped Heather as I led her inside. “What are we doing in here?”“Having sex,” I told her, feeling so bold. After Amber, I knew I could fuck any of my students. It was the magic of the wish. The same magic that transformed my clit into a big, throbbing dick. In all my fantasies, I wore a strap-on while fucking my students.But having a girl-dick—this big, throbbing slab of aching flesh—was even. I thought to myself after a long talk both of our parents asked us to go to the adjoining room and talk. I was reluctant but I just nodded and started walking towards the room. I could sense that Shifa was following me and as soon as I entered the room I stood looking outside the huge window which was facing the lawn. I had to say something and I did.You are really beautiful” is all i could say at that moment. I could see Shifa’s cheeks turn red as she blushed and thanked me for the compliment. ’ He grunted as he continued to thrust in and out of her hungry twat. ‘Ok!’ she moaned, opening her eyes. She was eager to please her brother in every way. He thrust into the tight warmth of his sister’s vagina a few more times. Than, he pulled out of her, stepping back. Amy scrambled off the counter and fell to her knees before him, looking up at him, smiling. Her hand grabbed his penis aiming it above her face, her wet hair was slicked back behind her so her face was clear of it. Thick.