. No I can’t think of her that way she’s the wife of my minister. But the image was there and it wasn’t going anywhere just like the hard on for...ing in my pants. I came back inside with one box left, the water had stopped running, she was probably drying herself off, slowly gently rubbing the water off of her perfect breasts, down her tight abs and around clit… No this was wrong it was terrible of me to think these things she was a mother, the aunt of my girlfriend, and a wife, the wife of my. "When the instructor didn't ask her to leave, Melinda raised her hand asif she needed to go the bathroom."Sorry Melinda, you need to take the quiz before I release you,"announced the teacher so everyone in room could hear. "One other thingMelinda, I will expect to see your homework from now on, if you expectto pass my class."Melinda sat with a dumbfounded look on her face. Homework and quizzes.She hadn't done any of those things in two years.At lunch time Melinda went complaining to Ms. Brock,. I humped her face with short fast strokes and my cock throbbed a hot, short, thick rope of semen across her face and into her red hair. I humped again spurting another thick rope on to her face, across her forehead, and onto the pillows. "Grrunngghh!" Loud and clear I shouted. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her tongue snaking out licking whatever she could; my balls, my shaft, my cockhead. I held her ears hard, and bucked my wet slick cock against her cum-drenched face again, shooting a. “When does she get the rings fitted?” “That will be the last thing,” said Mr Faisal, “she needs to heal first. She will wear the tunnels for now. We have the rings here ready though.” He produced a small box, which he opened. Inside were four highly polished stainless steel rings, two very large and two slightly smaller. Mary looked at them. They did not look at all like the ones that Betty was wearing. There was no ball, just a cut between the ends of the ring. She reached out and lifted one.