I kept imagining how I would cum inside of her, filling her with my thick cum, impregnate her.Weird thoughts were going through my mind, how I’d lik... to just rip her cunt open by fucking her real hard, so that her fucking hubby would have to remember ME every time he was going to fuck his beloved wife, it was weird but it turned me on.I couldn’t wait another second, I got up and went to the bathroom my teacher was in.She was at the sink washing her hands, she noticed me and seemed surprised, I. A.M. Tart, Fellow of the school of skiversIt was a Wednesday, James, Albion, Martin, Tart, (one of the Yorkshire branch of the Tart family,) known to every silly bugger as ‘Jammy’, hated Wednesdays, well it was neither fish nor fowl, it was a long way from the coming weekend and a drag from the last and Jammy lived for weekends. The rest of the weekdays was a drag for him, and Wednesdays were the worse. He was waiting for the post, out of work he had tried (at least he had gone through the. When all those guys were done, James sat shivering and shell-shocked. His tonsils, after being repeatedly slammed, were inflamed and sore. His throat had been hardcore fucked like the cheap rag doll slut that he was. The girls giggled at his incredible embarrassment.When James rolled over and lifted his butt into the air, it was like he was asking for the spanking he knew he deserved. Garima and her paddle of female domination taught James his slutty subservient place. She whacked his butt. I was naked and smelled like sex, but that was the only way to get back home. I started to walk down the alley. I paused at each driveway to make sure nobody was standing in their garage. I was barefoot and my feet hurt on the rough concrete. I involuntarily placed one arm across my breasts to keep them from bouncing too much and to try to cover them. Like that would make a difference if I was caught. I was about halfway down the alley when I saw a shape in front of me. It was sitting in the.