But one day I actually got a view of Miss Wilson's bikini panties (they were pink) up underneath her skirt and the way she was sitting, there was no w...y it could have been accidental. No, Miss Wilson had definitely been hoping one of her horny male students (or maybe even female) would see up to her crotch.The day it finally happened, Miss Wilson had worn a sexy pink sweater with a matching short skirt to school. She looked as hot as I'd ever seen her. her sweaters were always very. Wealthy people and shakers and movers in the world’s financial circles were unaccounted for. The FBI, ATF and terrorist task forces were dispatched to investigate.‘‘What an inappropriate timing for this to happen!” I thought. But I had no time to dwell on it.In fifteen minutes I needed to be in one of the back private offices with the media people so they could record, ‘‘Hello this is Roberta Jones and I approve this message.’’ I was to do it in several languages; English, Spanish, French,. His body squeezed itself between the desk and chair, forcing the chair backwards into the wall, and continued its descent to the carpet falling onto his left side with his right arm stretched beyond his head. John’s last thoughts were of his wife before he blacked out totally. It was a lucky coincidence for John that Janet was passing his doorway at that moment and she overheard his muttered word and then the noise of the chair hitting the wall. Glancing in the direction of the sound expecting. She began pushing the banana into herself, panting and moaning as it stretched and crammed her horny cunt just like Vince's big cock. "Oooooo, fuck! Shit, yesssss," she hissed. Vince had taught her to talk dirty when they made love, and now she just couldn't help it, any more than she could help her hot heavy creaming as she eased the thick banana into her hungry little fuckhole. She closed her eyes and pretended she was taking her boyfriend's big rock-hard cock. Her excitement reached fever.