Actually, this evening, he was purposefully eating slower. Waiting for that inevitable swipe of his French Fries. He had them pointed at her with a de...ious plan in mind. His cardboard cornucopia of French Fries was screaming at her to be eaten.He didn't have to wait long. He was watching her very carefully from the edge of his vision. He caught her wrist with a gentle slap as it retracted from HIS fries with one in hand."Mine!" He exclaimed as was their ritual.But this time, before she could. . . but, ah but,” Lynn was struggling now to add something, somethingshe felt she had to explain, yet her thought processes were telling her tofollow instructions . “But what,” Miss Tamala’svoice was harsh again, “do you have something you do not understandabout ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers? Is there something yourstudent brain does NOT understand about an order to answer yes or no?” Thesmile was gone now and Tamala’s voice rose to a strict level again,like a teacher giving a young kindergarten. ” With that Paula rose, and knelt on the couch straddling me, and sitting on my now hard cock, my dick easily slipped into her still very wet love hole. “You must have really enjoyed the groping as much as you are repeating how you loved them m*****ing you.”“Mmm, that feels wonderful. So, there was only one today, I did not see the other man. But he changed a little, he sort of faced me, still rubbing my ass, but he would push his semi-hard cock against my hip from time to time, he was. Withdrawing a little, he moved forward again. She groaned, but did not try to pull away again. Slowly working it in and out, he was succeeding in getting it a little deeper on each forward thrust. Finally, he had it about three-fourths up her ass. Withdrawing again, he thrust forward with more force, boring in until it was up her ass to the balls. He could feel her rectal tube clasping tightly around the end of his dick, buried 10 inches up in her. He looked down and saw the stretched brown.