Most of the other teachers were 50-60+ but Ms Writ was easily in her mid to late 20s. She had pure white straight hair that reached her lovely, round ...utt and a bust big enough that she couldn’t do up all of the buttons on her low-cut blouse. The best thing though was she never wore a bra and always wore tight and thin tops.For the first class I put my bag in the changing room, removed my shirt, trousers, shoes and socks, swapped my glasses for goggles and rushed out to look at Ms Writ,When I. Jo stood and moved back to the sofa, stretching out on her back and unzipping her silk red dress. Ash took the cue immediately. With one deft movement he lifted her dress over her head. With another he pulled down my wife’s scanty knickers, revealing her freshly shaved pussy. Then while Ash attended to her bra Jo beckoned for me to kneel on the carpet in front of her which I did and I began to work my tongue into her wet pussy. “That’s it baby” She said. “Prepare me for him. Get your. His cock had grown very stiff and large. “I have an idea,” he said, and he smiled. “Come girls, let’s change positions.” He moved us both, and put a pillow midway down the bed. He told Hema to lie down, with the pillow below her hips to raise her pussy higher. She did. Then he told me to lie down on top of Hema, so my pussy was over her ass. And I did. Papa brought his cock to our faces and put it into my mouth first. It tasted salty and funny. He seemed to enjoy moving it in my mouth. Then he. It all lay across Greg with palpable weight as he lay on the bed at a slight angle, covers askew exposing his naked six foot frame to the night.There was a simple bump that, more than sounding, pulsed the air…and then a slight floorboard squeak. Both were normal in this old house, it had its share of rattles and squeaks after all. But neither was quite in place, neither reflected the proper signature of oak or plaster. Knowing this, Greg turned his head to the left to see, for lack of a better.