.. it feels good...”Samantha pushed her ass up and down as if trying to rock the oil into her deepest regions. I thought I remembered hearing that a...person would feel very full after about one or one and a half liters. She was already at one liter and hadn't told me to close the valve. I used my free hand to massage her body, rubbing her back, her ass, her thighs. Her pussy was dripping and she was nearing one and a half liters. Another minute passed and she said, “Okay! Close them please. But. I turned around and saw him smirk at me. I didn't say anything, just stared at him. This only angered him. He looked at me and out of know where, he slapped my face. My legs were weak and I fell into a wall. I was crying but tried to wipe away my tears. I looked questioning at him. Mr. Peterson had this look in his eyes, his pupils were large and he was breathing heavily. I stood myself up, shaking. He acted like he was about to strike me again but stopped when he saw me coward and brace for. "As if!" I said, rolling over to face her. "What's your pleasure, my dear?" This is," she said, as she took hold of my cock and started stroking it.We began to make out as I reached for her cock. We kissed and stroked and fondled for a bit, exploring each other's body as we have done many times. Some things never get old!Then Morgan asked me to lie on my back. She proceeded to climb on top of me in the sixty-nine position, her hard cock bouncing above my face while she went down on my cock. She. His mere presence squeezes any fun out of school. At least that’s what the lower grades say. Yeah, he’s pretty harsh and can be scary but he’s not unreasonable. But in the end, he’s not that bad. He’s a good teacher. The students in his classes have way better grades in the final exams than all the other courses. Most are more than willing to put up with him in the higher classes if it means that eventually, they get better grades. Also, it's not up to the students to decide which teacher they.