I turned my head to the side and watched with amazement as Connie, squatting over Jim’s HUGE pole-of-a-cock, worked to try and get it all into her p...ssy. My attention was suddenly brought back to Mike as he inserted a fiber up my ass. That did it and I shot my cum up into Mike’s mouth. He coughed and gagged as I did. This made Christine giggle and she pumped into him even faster. She suddenly pulled out of him and pulled of f the condom.“Here” Christine said, “Finish me off… you need the. Simply put, just because a woman is a die-hard Feminist doesn’t mean she wants another woman to take her husband or boyfriend, even if she doesn’t give a damn about the boyfriend or husband in question. She’s hardwired to compete for him and she’s got no control over that. She feels jealousy when the man she considers hers, even if she hates his guts, is talking to an attractive woman. She can’t help it. And feminism doesn’t have a cure for that. There is a ladder of power in the Feminist. The fact that she was one of his students just made this more exciting, it was so wrong and wicked as I inhaled the aroma of her pussy: salty boy-cum mixed with tart girl-cum. Licking my lips, I bent my head down to get a taste. Fuck, thats nice, Emily moaned. Umm, Ive never gotten a boy to go down on me. Youre in for a treat, I promised, then buried my face in her snatch. I licked up all of Seans cum, enjoying the feel of her downy hair on my lips and cheeks. I spread open her flower, licking. ‘So then,’ dad started, ‘tell me about the grand-daughter.’ ‘Alex?’ ‘You know who I mean,’ dad was in an incorrigible mood, probably because he was going to see Florence again. ‘Nothing to tell,’ I said, ‘she was a supply teacher last term, said hello now and again.’ ‘So you haven’t taken her dancing?’ ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ There was no answer to that, and I drove in silence as dad chuckled, then got the subject on to the World Cup quarter finals. Safe ground. I left dad in the car when we got to.