In short, he's a throwback to the libertines of centuries past, and a randy old goat to boot. Calling him homogay or even bisexual couldn't begin to d... him justice. More precise might be 'pansexual' or even 'omnisexual, ' or perhaps just plain omnivorous. No, don't get me wrong. I'm not asking you to have carnal contact with the fellow... necessarily. Just satisfy his appetites to the point that, well, the point that he'll be amenable to our request, our request for increased funding this. . wow, what had followed had been great. The feel of her next to him, under him, touching him—it had driven him crazy. He wanted it again. That was when he realized Connie wasn’t in the bed. He shot upright. Oh, no. Did I just screw it all up? No, he reassured himself after a minute’s reflection, he didn’t think so. Connie was a fairly early riser, even on weekends, and probably hadn’t wanted to wake him after he’d been so exhausted. Would she talk about what happened? He was willing to bet. She jumped on the bed and lay on her back, her legs spread and her hand stuck in her cunt where three of her fingers served her chink, disappearing and reappearing again out of the dark cavity.Now, now, now. We were quite at loss. What the heck was mom doing? I couldn’t get it, so I looked at Nancy questioningly and she smiled back. Her bashful smile and her lips moved: “They all do it. It’s fun.” I didn’t understand but kept quiet, watching. Mom’s cunt was very hairy indeed. The thick fur. Hazel blushed and turned away from her husband. “My cheeks burned in humiliation, but I knew he was right. I begged for his cum as he laughed, looked me in the eye and told me he was going to fail me. He said that extra credit is how dumb girls cheat, and that I was too stupid to pass his class with the assigned homework, unlike everybody else. He said that smart girls don’t get spit roasted by their teachers. He compared me to his daughter, Jazmine, who was in a much lower grade than I was,.