I didn’t quite know what I wanted to happen and was worried at how she might receive these ideas. Lisa had always said she fantasised about seeing m... with another woman’s hands on my cock. I had always thought she was saying it in jest, or to test my loyalty, but even if I had thought she meant it, I never imagined she would want it to be with Helen. As I took in the sight of Helen with her erect nipples straining her thin tee shirt and her skimpy knickers and jeans pushed low at the front and. "Oh please, do it harder! My cock's so stiff! I need to cum!" "Oh, you think about me, do you? Well, well, well. I guess I'll just have to give you more to think about from now on, won't I?" Gritting her teeth, Jill started to jack her son's cock as hard as she could. Her hand whipped frantically up and down his drooling, swollen prick, her arm moving in a blur. Bill writhed beneath her, unable to stand the overwhelming passion. "Oh, Mom...that’s so good." "I'll bet it is, Bill. You really like. Come in and close the door. I closed the door and walked to his little desk. We were alone and I wondered about it all. “Let’s talk,” he said, “about poetry and why we study it…how you will learn to enjoy it because, after all, lots of poetry is about love and affection.” I was blushing and felt a thrill. I didn’t know why.Mr. Emerson opened a book on his desk and motioned me over beside him. I was breathing strangely and stood beside him looking down at the book. “This is the writing of. I'm Edward Matthews, and you are?"Lost is what he was, he stood there with a confused look on his face staring at my hand.I waited a couple seconds and spoke over my shoulder, "Angela?"She stood up and came around to my side, "I'm sorry, Edward Matthews, Brad Russell, we dated briefly. Brad Russell, Edward Matthews, my date for tonight."I think Brad had been up close and personal with one too many linebackers; he really wasn't picking this up very well. He slapped at my hand. "I don't care who.