Mrs. Cortez. Or as she prefers to be called ... Jessica. She is a vampire now, just like us. So much for her teaching career, but I somehow doubt that...she cares. Jess, baby, do you care?” I asked my Spanish and homeroom teacher, who shook her head.“Fuck, no! I don’t miss that life anymore ... teaching, marriage to that pendejo, any of that! I just want to be with my Carlos, my Charles ... my lovely young man! Forever ... we’ll be together forever. You, him, and me! And anyone else who he. . She smiled, but there was no embarrassment about her slut taking control, just her begging eyes staring into mine and her moving lips chanting for me to fuck her. In my pussy… she cried, biting her lip. I shook my head and I sensed a flash of anger at my denial, but her sparking eyes faded and closed as my fingers finally drew down so deep her cunt started choking on my intrusion. I told her that her pussy was so tight….the tightest. I told her to clench and her vagina bit my fingers….this. Groovy, man!" repeated Maryon, impressed with this exotic display so simply and economically achieved."Yeah... see; any kind of light I want, too, fixed it up myself," said the older girl, showing off, reaching under the covers of the bed to produce a small console of switches which, as she clicked them on and off, brought different colors out to glow from the chandelier, so that the room went through the changes of pure white, purple, red, green, yellow, blue, pink, orange... too many for. She planted kisses along his lips, his chin, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his forehead. She arched her back again, whimpering. He could feel her warmth beneath him, begging for his cock to be buried deep inside her swollen pussy. ‘Please.’ With one push of his hips, it slowly entered her. They moaned in unison, her arms squeezing around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his. He nestled his head in the crook where her neck and shoulders meet, filling her. ‘Oh, God!’ she hissed in his.