Sister Mary Angela thought he looked familiar. Very familiar. She realized that she went to high school with him. Of course, it was all coming back to...her now. It was little Bobby Smith. He used to hit on her constantly and one time she got so fed up with it she screamed at him and called him a pathetic little looser in front of her history class. She made him cry and run away. She felt absolutely horrible about it for years afterwards. So he became a priest? Good for him she thought. After. He was actually grinding into her pussy as they danced and she was responding to it. Her head was nuzzled into his shoulder and his hand stroked her ass. I watched intently and was smiling as she had a good time. The song ended and they parted smiling. After a while another song began and the other black guy asked to dance with her and off they went. He took off where the other man ended but this guy was really into the slow grind. I could tell she was getting into also. The guy with us at the. You are visibly dripping down the inside of your thigh.A thrill ignites your body as you feel the tendrils of a leather flogger slide up your legs, and eventually caressing your dripping pussy. The tendrils disappear as I watch you brace yourself for the inevitable sting that awaits you, but none comes. Your breath held in anticipation, you suddenly see me holding it out in front of you."Open," I calmly command.As you comply, I gently place the handle of the flogger in your mouth as I give you. Jay, very excited to have his cock inside his mother's wet, hot mouth in such a public place, began to thrust back and forth, fucking into her mouth with quick, short strokes. His balls were swollen, and Shellie clutched them, squeezing to help him come off fast.She felt his cock swell even thicker between her lips, and she sucked in a frenzy, letting her son fuck her mouth as fast and hard as he could. His piss hole was dripping more and more, and she swallowed often, her tongue racing about.