"Annie!" she cried."Brenda, sweetheart, how was your trip?" Annie asked."It was wonderful Annie, we had so much fun, I really miss my family. Howwas y...ur Christmas?" Brenda asked."We had a nice time, it was a little sad because of the baby, but thingsare getting better. I hate to bother you because I know you're tired fromthe trip but some guy came by to see you, he said he couldn't reach youon your cell phone," Annie said."I forgot my charger and the battery died, did he say what he. So onto the stories... Story one – School DaysI don’t think I’d be too far off the mark in saying that sometime during their school days every red-blooded boy had a crush on one of their teachers.I was certainly no exception as by the time I’d reached the ripe old age of 18 I’d been lusting after my English teacher for the last four years. Her name was Gaye and to me, she was drop-dead gorgeous. I guess she was in her early 30s, around 5 feet 8 tall, with straight brown hair a few inches longer. She felt her clothes dropping to the floor as his talons impatiently slashed them off her body, then she was laying on her back crying out his name as he came over her, thrusting his hard pulsing shaft deep inside her wet eager channel, they made love wildly, ravenously, her hips thrusting up against him as he drove into her over and over again, an erotic mixture of love and lust, their very essence joining together as one. She screamed out his name at the same moment he roared out his pleasure. Sarah loved the hard, cold smoothness of the glass and the girth of the bottle stretching her. With a Corona bottle bottom inserted in her hot wet hole, she took matters into her own hands. She had a firm grip on the bottle’s neck and was fucking herself so hard and deep she brought on a rockin’ orgasm. “ Damn that felt so good,” she exclaimed pulling the bottle out with a pop.“Wait until you feel this bad boy." I handed her a large butternut squash ( the ones that look like a penis with a.