“I just—make that up.” The boys chuckled. I pretended to be taken aback, as if my worldview that all students were always completely honest on t...eir speaking parts had just been shattered. “How many of your speaking parts do you lie on?” “I think… all of them.” Their chuckling turned to uproarious laughter. Jisu had shown up their teacher that day, a feat even they had never dared to go for. In sessions after that, when I called on her for answers, she spoke up more easily. She kept a smile on. Heartbeat now is pounding as his mumbling words of instruction sound like a foreign language. I feel his hand slowly wrap around the back on my head and neck, pulling me close to his giant meat stick, I could now smell his musty member and was now in full freaked out panic mode, but my mind went into a psychedelic trip as his cock parted my lips and slid into my mouth, I immediatly started to gag, but calmed down as he repeatedly bobbed my head up and down. Each stroke felt the cock go deeper. My wife is a very curvatious looking chick with an equally high sex libido who enjoys watching K-9 mating or even the sparrows hopping. This was the first time she had the opportunity to see a mounting ceremony and she got so engrossed in watching the show along with the crowd that she held me back asking me to hang on & see the show. I was very embarrassed & somehow convinced her that it will be a shameful thing if someone we knew saw us watch .All along even in the tonga she kept discussing. Susan sat up in bed, her heart pounding. It took a moment before she realized that she'd just had a nightmare. God, now even her dreams were fucking over her. She turned to Barry's side of the bed, but he wasn't there. A glance at the bedside clock showed that it was 3a.m. Where was he? Through the bedroom door she saw flickering light from the direction of the den and she got up and walked to it. There was Barry, jacking off again, watching a videotape of Susan sucking the dick of one man.