There staring me in the face were aunty Joans Knickers.The ones she had worn the previous day. I was shaking and had the biggest hard on ever. the Kni...kers were black silk type witha red ribbon on the front.I slowly brought the Knickers to my nose, and took a deep sniff and closed my eyes. God they smelt good. A mixture of Aunties pussy and a bit of pee. By Now I was bursting out of my boxer shorts. I opened my eyes to inspect the knickers further. I was thrilled to see a couple of aunties dark. If he reasoned with him, or tried to compromise with the situation, he would get it thrown back in his face. Master Winchurch was a man of deep morals. He was stern but fair, dishing out punishments on naughty boys and praising the better behaved ones. His old fashioned techniques were encouraged by other members of the school board. It was seen fit that at Presthaven grammar school boys should be punished physically, rather than mentally. Boys from then on would often think twice about causing. Her legs opened, exposing her swollen purple mound, and her clit popping out from its hood.Liz let out a long moan as she felt her clit being gently suckled while a tongue probed her cave. “Oh my…oh my…this is heaven,” she muttered, her head hanging loosely over the bed.She felt the licking stop, and then an aggressive, unexpected thrust of my cock into her pussy. “Ugh!” was her loud reply to each piston into her pussy. I could feel her building as she rubbed her clit, and I backed off. “Wait,. Some or all of us had seen Dad pound her on the table and send her to a loud, squealing cum in less than two minutes. This time, she maintained a relatively slow bouncing speed, giving out occasional sighs and moans, sometimes into his mouth, sometimes over his left shoulder. While I now know, I did not know then that she slowly bounced on Dad’s cock for nearly eight minutes, making frequent changes in angle of attack, in depth, in swirling clockwise and the opposite. At times, she kissed him..