I don’t bite…”Pirra’s words were able to ease the mood and make the guest bold to have his hands traveling around her thighs, then finding the...selves under her dress and feeling her butt. The old man watched patiently the other man touching his wife, almost like it was a football game.“His hands are magic, honey”Peter did want to have more, but he felt at first tempted to not attract anger from her husband. But the nearly bald man smiled at him like a ‘go ahead’ move. Now full of confidence,. “There’ll be a witness. Two in fact. You’re still aminor female and no male instructor can administerpunishment without the presence of a femaleadministrator.”Ashley continues shaking her head. “No,” she says. “Youcan’t. I never signed the paper.”Jarman forges ahead. “Your parents did,” he reminds.Then: “The second witness can be a parent, anotherteacher, or one of your classmates. Or someone else. Finally she was sat in my lap, her bare tanned slim legs dangling down between mine, her wet mature pussy encased around my hard younger cock, and as she stared at the television, she began to lift and fall on top of me.We both began to groan, as she began to ride my cock, and then my father, who was fast a sleep in his comfy chair across from us, snorted loudly, before he then continued to snore.Ignoring him, we continued to fuck, mainly my mother lifting and dropping herself on my cock, but. OOPS! I think I just shook you out.” Elaine giggled. Charlie stood up then, and putting her hand down to Elaine, said, “Get up. Come with me. I have to show you this dildoe.” Still grasping her hand, she led her down the hallway to the bedroom. The phallus lay on the bed, glistening, where Charlene had left it, the night before. She walked to the bed and picked it up. It was hard, like ivory, cool to the touch, and heavy. She hefted it in her hand for a moment, thinking. Then her gaze shot.