"Wrong class, Mattie!" Mr. Hungley told me as I entered the boys' locker room for gym class.He was a tall, thin white man and coached girls' basketbal... after school. He was okay, I guessed, except Mr. Hungley liked to run marathons for fun or something, and so he liked his students to run during gym class. I hated running."What?" You're in the other P.E. class now," he said as a number of my classmates narrowed their eyes and frowned at that news."Uh ... What other class?" I asked him, feeling. “I’ll give you disciplinary problem, you fucking bitch!” Herstepmother had her by the hair and was dragging her downstairs, into thekitchen, furious profane incantations flowing from her. She was a small,strong woman of Italian parents, nothing like Beth’s own dearly departedmother, and no more than 35 years old or so. Her vicious temper was boilingover. She tore Beth’s blouse off, ripped her bra loose, kicked her, slappedher, ordered her to strip. In terror, Beth. Having never before having felt so vulnerable and ashamed, the raven haired mature beauty was magnificently displayed in all her glory, as her naked body knelt on the green leather inlay of Tony’s huge desk.The effect of clasping her hands together behind her neck was to pull Vicky’s huge breasts proudly upright, whilst her widely spread knees allowed Sean, now sitting before her in the huge swivel chair, a glorious sight of her raven haired pubic mound.At that moment Sean really couldn’t. Some of those girls were real religious and I could hear them praying under their breath as I slammed the salami to them in the dim light with the shadows of the Saints looming over us like the wrath of God.“Ahh ... Madre Dios. Ven aca, por favor, si ... si ... si. You make me so Loco. Yo soy puta. Por favor, en la boca. Ahh ... me Dios. Oh, si ... si ... si.”I really liked when those skinny little girls shook their pretty asses with my cock buried deep. I had to spank them sometimes standing.