" Sheconsulted a list in her hand. "Let's do this alphabetically by firstname. Alison?" she looked around. One of the students approached andstood bef...re her uncertainly."Good! Come with me please." She led the way into the small room andclosed the door.A short time later, she emerged again. "Cathy? Come in, please." Geez, where did Alison go?" Paula whispered. "Is she dead and stuffeddown the garbage chute?" I don't know," Leslie said, a trifle uneasily, "I suppose there'sanother exit.". My fantasize got more complex from just watching her being unfaithful all the way to me being right there as her lover shot his cum all over her wet pussy and them me burying my face in her cum covered pussy.It felt completely wrong. I had never heard of such a fetish. Each time I would cum from this type of fantasy I would try to purge it from my mind only to have it come back stronger the next time I was stroking. Many times as I fucked my wife missionary, I would fantasize about he being a. .Pgir mai chachi ko kiss karne laga choclate lake ubkr pure shareer mai fela dii aur fir chatne laga…Phir unke sath tit fuck kiya phir wapis alne land unke muh mai diya..Phir tel lagaya aur apne land unki gand pe rakha aur 4 unli unki pussy pe wo samaj gayi thi mai kya karnr wala hu jaise hi unhone nahi boal mene dono chreze full speed se puri andar dal..Uske bad toh chachi jo cheeke aaa aaaay yyyii iiii i…. Maa aaaa…..Maaarrg ggga aayy iiiii …Oooo uuuuu … Kuttteeee ….Jaaall gaaayiii …Bbbhh. He never said he loved me and he was always druuunk. So the idea of a fake daddy to fuck me and call me his little girl kind of turned me on. I decided to do some research to find my perfect daddy. I got tons of messages from old men wanting to be my daddy, but I wanted someone who felt right, someone who actually felt like a father to me. And it didn’t take long when he messages me.His name was Carter. He was 55, bit chubby, but not to fat. Dark hair (the little he had left) dark eyes,.