A middle-aged 50 or 52 years old lady, fair-skinned and specs, but the most special was her boy-cut hairstyle. She took me in and asked me for tea or ...offee, to which I refused. She made me have a seat while she was doing some work.She was wearing an olive green sleeveless kurti and a checked pajama. The wall of her house was decorated with many trophies and plaques. There it was, inscribed on it, Mrs. Supriya K, principal of a college.I wondered, like, oh my god, do principals also do such. The pain was intense, but it felt good. I needed all of his cock in me, now. He fit all of it in, and by this time I was wincing with pain but moaning because of the pleasure. He started slowly pulling his cock out and stuffing it back in my tight ass. I started moaning because of the pain and pleasure, and eventually the pain gave way to 100 percent pleasure. I begged to be fucked harder and faster, as Eric got on his knees and serviced my cock. Jon started pumping his cock in and out of my. I was giddy already withthe sheer anticipation of being able to get out ofthese scratchy guy briefs and into even the cheapcotton panties, which were bound to be softer thananything I was used to up until now.Karen was excellent at her job. She ushered me into adressing room with a couple different bras in lacycolors and a few more exotic goodies. She showed me alacy garter skirt and a sheer teddy, but I had myheart set on something racier but a little morepractical. She picked p on that almost. "What are you grinning about?" his mother suddenly asked, alerting Dave to the fact that he was betraying too much."Nothing." Do you really expect me to believe that? You looked like the cat that ate the canary and had cream for desert."Dave sighed, knowing that his mother wouldn't let it go. So he decided to tell her part of the story. "I was thinking about the looks I got from the men at the airport when I walked with Aunt Veronica and Acacia."A grin broke out on his mother's face. "Hmmm, I.