My teacher was Gail. She handed back our first tests. I smiled as I looked down at my A+. I got a 100 plus all 10 extra credit points. The 2 subje...ts I hated most were anything Social Studies and Lit. My Lit teacher, Mrs. Ackerman, was a short little spitfire of a woman. I'd be generous to say she was even 5'4". She was a bit on the round side, though you certainly couldn't call her fat. She had a NICE rack. Her titts were so firm I'd never seen them jiggle. She had a round, doll. Though not fair in complexion, she had everything that any male would want to experience. She was traditionally dressed in simple saree, and also had jasmine flower pinned on her long hair. The fragrance of the flower was disturbing me quite a bit and I told her that my thoughts are taking me back to India, as I was gently sniffing the smell into my nose. I asked her if she is a frequent visitor on ISS and she told yes. When asked why, she started expressing everything about her personal life.. Charlotte placed the tip of her finger at the moist slit at the top of Max's cock as she thought it might be a bit of pee and too her surprise it seemed sticky. Max whispered in her ear that it was a sign that he was getting close to cumming. Charlotte did not want him to cum yet so she left his genitals alone for a while and just gently caressed his inner thighs. He still stayed rock hard and she loved the way his cock was twitching and his ball sacs swirled around. As for Liam he did not have. Her tresses were almost the same hue as the decking. “I love you!”“I want to feel that pussy writhing about my dick. I want to feel you going wild!”“Yes, Master,” she purred with this wicked grin on her lips. She squeezed her cunt down on my cock as I plowed to the hilt in her snatch. She held me tight as I pumped to the hilt in her cunt. “Oh, that’s it, Master! That’s it!”Her pussy went wild around my dick.I groaned as I pumped into her writhing, incestuous flesh. Her twat convulsed about me..