I think I learned more listening to you talk than I did from the professor.’ All of this was a lie. Christi had skipped four courses with AP credit..., was ten times the writer Harker was, and found his pretentious blather in class boring. But she was in buttering-up mode and playing the bimbo seemed to work with him. Harker beamed, predictably, the embarrassment at his recreational activity fading. ‘So what are you doing in the chem library, Christi? I thought you were an education major or. When I went to the detention room, I noticed the only person in there was Mr Sullivan, my gym teacher. He was a huge man standing about 6ft 4in tall and at least 275-300lbs. He was your typical ex-football player, imposing, and quite rough looking. A friend of mine had told me once that Mr Sullivan had tried to put the moves on him in the locker room once but at the time of my detention, I forgot about that and was only interested in getting home so I could play before my parents came home from. We kissed in a way that mothers and sons are never supposed to; hot, open-mouthed and passionate. God, she was horny! My m0ther was jerking my cock and ramming her tongue down my throat. m0m lifted her hips and let Dad's limp cock fall out of her cum-filled cunt. I pulled away from my m0m and looked over at my ded, kind of asking for his permission, I guess. "Don't mind me," he grinned. "Looks like your m0ther's horny cunt needs more cock that I can provide right now. Go ahead and fuck her,. I had never been with a guy with anything more than an average sized cock and I was swept with a flashing moment of concern that I wouldn’t be able to take it. Which was just as quickly replaced by the thought that I was going to take it and my pulse raced with excitement. He expertly tugged my skirt down in one quick motion leaving me in my tiny thong. He leaned up and kissed my stomach just above my panties, reached up the front of them using his thumbs to brush my lips and in the same move.