Do you know how we punish little girls that cum in class? She shook her head, fearing the worst. But then she noticed a small gleam in her eye, one th...t she had seen in her dad many times before. We fuck the little bitches, he winked, and suddenly he was on her. Mr. Williams kissed her, his tongue pushing through her teeth. Jesse moaned with passion. Her teacher was an even better kisser than her dad. The way his lips moved against hers, the way he pressed his hard muscles against hers sent. ”“And your mother?”“She watches too, often with Kent inside her. But she doesn’t...”“I understand. And your sister and you don’t play with her either.”“Yuck. No.”Karissa couldn’t help laughing, but any reaction was taken away from Linda by Karissa’s finger and tongue play. Soon enough she was between the young redhead’s thighs, building her to a major orgasm. Once accomplished, she went to her bag and found her vibrator. Her mouth made it slippery.“It’s not nearly as big as the usual cock,” she. I got dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt with the fifty riding my hip like it was part of me. I grabbed the light jacket with the extra mags and headed for the kitchen. I got the coffee going and settled back with a cup on the front porch in my favorite chair. I lit my first cigarette of the day, hacked a couple of times and then sat back and enjoyed the quiet.I was on my third cup when George finally came out looking like he was hung over. He explained that he and Jimmy had talked most. ‘I…what?’ It occurred to Miss Davenshaw that perhaps, somehow, she was responsible for this. She had let May down yesterday but this, this was much, much worse. She had betrayed her. But how? As she looked across at Edmund, blue ice raging in her perceptive eyes, she realised that since he had the power to freeze her in place just by speaking he probably had the power to do a whole lot more besides. She watched helplessly as Edmund moved over to the sofa and heaved up his semi- conscious prey –.