She had an idea, though. Jack was making food in the kitchen, surreptitiously watching her from the corner of her eye."Jack - I get that I'm not allow...d to have a bra or panties, but this dress isn't really ideal for cleaning. Do you mind if I change? I don't have a lot of options, and I wont break your underwear rule. But I don't want to get my only clothes dirty." Sarah, bent over, turned her head around to look at Jack while she asked.Jack had trouble meeting her eyes. He was too busy. It was simply no longer enough. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him down to lie atop her. His hips slid over hers as his arms went to either side of her head. She could feel his body trembling with his need, the muscles of his arms quaking as he tried to stay in control, much as she had done earlier. He was still fighting to maintain control? *No*. She wasn’t going to allow that to happen. She could feel his arousal, hard, warm, and smooth, pushing against her leg. She let her hand run. Especially in middle age, such knowledge is intoxicating. Of course, surveying the class, nothing stood out. Most of the students, men and women seemed to be barely awake as they took their customary seats. As I called out the roll, I listened intently to try and match the voice that had burned into my mind over the phone Friday night. I couldn't make out anything definitive. I stumbled through my lecture a little more than usual. At one point I thought I caught a knowing smile from a cute. Heather's wonderful large soft breasts shook like large mounds of jelly each time her uncle slammed his monstrous cock inside her cunt. Before they had time to settle down her uncle sent her breasts shaking again with his another painful thrust.Benjamin found his niece moving her hips towards his incoming thrust, a sure sign of her desire to be impaled again.Heather felt a different kind of pain inside her belly that expanded and then exploded causing her breath to catch, she felt she was.