This time without Shouting, Miss Brown, said, sorry Miss Brown, sorry Miss Brown. Honestly Effingham, your like a record with a scratch on it. Now if ...t wasn't for the fact that Major Webley here has already CANED you today, Effingham, then I would do that stroke over again. But because I'm so nice, on this occasion I won't, said Stella. But if you do it again. I will start from 1 again. Is that clear, girl. Yes Miss Brown, very Clear Miss Brown. Dawn bent back over the desk. Miss Brown again. OOhhhhhhhhhffffffuuuuuuccckkk... !Megan's eyes were closed and she had the slightest, most satisfied looking smile on her pretty face. A year before when she and I first started making love she had told me how badly she wanted to get fucked. I was so happy I got to witness it.Then it was my son's turn to do some shooting. Just like his father, he gave me some super hard thrusts then pushed hard into me before pulsing his cum in my vagina like there was no tomorrow. I could feel Jason's sizable. As it alone seemed to convey the allure that she was having sex as she danced. Again the fact that she had already fucked most of the men in the place gave her a better than even chance of winning. The contest was coming to a close and she still could not believe, that she, was one of the three finalists. For her last dance she was at the construction, truck driver biker and black men theme stage, the amount of people now crowding around this dance floor had swelled to twice the number as. I climbed in the truck after throwing the bike in the back. The driver, an older man around his 60s, slim,and from what I could see was tall. He said him name was Ted Roberts, I told him mine. He asked what I was doing out in this mess,I said I was exploring. I told him I was visiting my grandmother and got bored. He laughed and said I guess there's not much for city boys to do out here. He said the first thing we need to do is get you dried off. I asked if he could take me to my grandmothers.