Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of training and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her slender shape stalked the sh...dows, a wraith in search of prey on a desolate landscape. A light breeze ghosted through the empty streets like the last, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn hair that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.Her patrol took her toward the centre of what remained of. She was wearing a dark green string halter top that was stretched to the limit on top. I could tell the apple did not fall far from the tree. She was bigger than her mother. Her tits were massive. My mouth fell open. I was standing with her curvy Mother on my arm. Turns out her daughter had more curves than her Mom. “Please come in. I’m sorry about my Mom. It’s been awhile since she has gone out of the house. I can’t believe she went out on a date and did not tell me. That bitch!” she. Her lips slid forcefully up and down his thick cock, reluctantly bathing it with her struggling, wet tongue. Minutes passed as she endured the brutal face-fucking, her eyes wateringand saliva dripping down her chin before he finally pulled his slippery cock free of her sputtering lips and slapped it against her pretty face as he flashed a sadistically satisfied smile. Gasping for air, Amanda gazed up at her attacker with her innocent, bigblue eyes only to have him return her affectionate stare. "Shall we use the desks or the floor?" She asks."Pardon?" Sara responds with confusion."It's not like I haven't noticed you looking, Sara. Come on, no one's here except the guys outside & they won't be coming in anytime soon. It's just you & me. Aren't you in the least bit curious?" Mrs. James insists."I suppose I am, but, you're my teacher, & you're married." Sara responds."As if my husband has any clue what real women want. Let's use my desk. We'll take it slow. By the way, call me.