Ashley moaned and writhed under her teacher as he pounded her even harder than before. Each of his thrusts only brought on another orgasm for Ashley, ...ho was by now almost senselessly babbling, Please-no-more-I-love-your-cock-it-feels-so-good-inside-me-I-cant-handle-it-anymore-please-sir- Ill-do-anything-Ill-be-your-slave-you-can-fuck-me-whenever-you-want-just-please-stop-I-cant&hellip,. Having Ashleys cunt spasm around him on top of Ashleys cries was too much for Mr. S, and he collapsed on top. And ... yeah. While you’re home, you won’t be able to think about anything but sex. You’ll think about how much you love to fuck, especially how much you love to fuck me. But you won’t be able to pleasure yourselves, right? No touching or playing with yourselves. That wouldn’t be fair, after all, since you really want to be pleasuring me. And you definitely can’t pleasure anyone else, especially your husband, Mrs. Grant. Not at all. You’ll just think about how wonderful it’ll be the next time. Focusing all his might, he finally brought his arm to a halt. But he didn’t know how long he could hold it, and she was breathing again. Concentrating on the struggle to keep her pinned, he failed to notice that he had brought his lower section into a vulnerable position for momentum, or that she had slipped her knee between his legs. He failed to notice, at least, until she crashed it into his balls. He screamed, pulling his arms away from her neck to clutch at his manhood. She was. "Ride down with me, sweetie," she suggested. The little girl still looked frightened, but it was obvious that she trusted her rescuer. She nodded. "Okay, Donna." Matt frowned. He didn't like the fashion of children, young or old, calling their parents by their first names. The woman didn't seem to mind, though. She just smiled, enclosing Susie in her arms and together, they slid down the sliding board, circling round and round as the trough spiraled down to the ground. They slid off the end of.