Susan felt her legs being nudged open and lay back, opening her legs. Fingers were everywhere. Keeping her eyes closed, she didn't know who was doing ...hat. It felt naughtier that way. Fingers opened her sex, fingers were touching her thighs urging her open wider, lifting her knees and spreading them like a gyn exam, her heels on the mattress. A finger entered her, first one, then two. Susan lifted her hands to her breasts. A wet finger was placed on her asshole. She knew to keep relaxed but her. However as boring as boring is, he comes to an odd email. It’s a carp trap of an advertisement with the title Wishful Thinking. Catchy he’d have to admit, though little text explains what the email actually wants. It just has a click here link.“Weird.” Jack questions aloud. Lingering at the email, skeptical of wether to click on it or not. Somehow curiosity catches the cat and he do exactly that.With a click of the mouse, Jack pressing on the link. Though, nothing happens. The email just. Then I noticed they were playing with a strawberry lubricant. He was putting some on his finger and Ana was sucking it with her sweet tongue. This playing back and forth went on for quite some time. One hour later the black guy announced he was closing the store and then Ana insisted on him and asked to come back home with us. It didn't take long after the first drink, he and my sweet wife were naked on our marital bed kissing, laughing and playing. I was surprised at how huge the black guy's. ” I looked at the floor and gulped. OMG. I’d be in her house. What did she have in mind this time?“Now get to your next class little girl.”“Yes ma’am.” OMG! I thought to myself, ‘little girl?” I felt so weird, but like, in a good way(?). I dunno. The rest of the day was so hard for me to concentrate on anything. I kept thinking about what Ms. D might do to me in the privacy of her house.At the end of the day, I hurried to her classroom and just like ran in. She glared at me like she was mad I.