“And you can call me Colleen.”Ethan smiled back to her. It occurred to him then that he did not know Mrs. Turner’s name. After being so intimate...with her that day he felt it was important to know her first name.“I’ll remember that Colleen,” he said and went down to his knees in front of her. She watched him go down, wondering what he was up to. He put his hands on the outsides of her stocking calves and slid his hands over the sheer fabric up under the hem of her skirt. Colleen sucked in her. “Makes my butt look cute.”“You can get that same effect by wearing a nice skirt,” said Ms. Evans. “Like what Alyessa has on.”“It’s a cute skirt,” Jasmine agreed, glancing at me. “But there’s nothing like stretchy denim to hug your ass. Unless you’re wearing yoga pants.”“Yeah,” I said, blushing, unable to help but stare at the tight jeans Ms. Evans wore. They clung to her shapely legs and hips.“Well, for some special girls, I bet they like the freedom of a skirt,” said Ms. Evans. Then she turned. I was on top of her. I lifted both her legs and rested them on my shoulders. I fucked her hard and could feel her deepest vaginal end. She was dripping wet and I told her I want to cum with her.Zainab swayed her body and I kept fucking her harder and harder. Finally, we both cummed together. I emptied all my cum into my wife’s pussy. The mixed cum of both of us was dripping through her pussy.I kissed her and she smiled all exhausted. I hugged her and kept pressing her boob and kept playing with. In general, Don liked to photograph still objects. Sometimes just landscapes, but most often with some old man-made works included. He had one shot he had taken of a house located back into the edge of the mountains. It was obvious the place had not been occupied in a number of years, the paint already gone or at least peeling. It once must have been a nice house. Frame construction, two floors, a wide porch both front and back. Now it stood alone and forlorn, long grass and weeds filling the.