You snap out of your reveries to a sudden silence. Your teacher has passed out the homework assignment, but has neglected to turn on the lights just y...t. The dull orange-brown glow of the overhead projector, mixed with the relative silence of the classroom, makes you feel exceedingly apathetic. You lay your black hair down on your forearms and close your eyes.Too soon, the bell rings and your class is dismissed for second period.While you exit your classroom into the suddenly boisterous. But it just didn't fill me up as much. Whatever I did, I couldn't be completely happy.Frustrated, but reaching my erupting point, I started to whisper dirty things to myself:trying to reach my goal. Trying to get there. I just wanted it so fucking badly!"God, Matt! I want you! Your fucking dick in my pussy. I want you to fuck me, and lick me...I want to feel your cum inside me...I need to! I need to...I want it...please...c'mon...."And then it faded into incomprehensible mumblings, as my. While I was thrusting back and forth, she started to cry."Bobby, you made me so proud. Fuck me ha-hard-harder!!!HARDER!!!AHhhhhhh!! Mmmmmmmm!" she cried in pleasure."Ahhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" I cried back.After fucking for about fifteen minutes, I felt the need to cum."Mom, I'm going to cum!" I announced.I slowed down the thrusting and she got to the floor then onto her knees. She opened her mouth wide and I had my cock hover three inches above her mouth. "I want to swallow your cum, Bobby. Yes, oh. I can't get in if I don't know where the door is, now can I?" I said.That was too much for her. She broke down sobbing, "Oh Tony! I don't know what to do! I love my husband, I really do. He's a good man and he works hard to support me and my daughter and give us nice things."But in doing it, he's forgotten who he is working for! He works late into the evenings and goes to work early in the mornings. Sometimes he doesn't come home for dinner. My little girl hardly knows who her Daddy is.