It is hardly a song, just the rise and fall of a monotonous rhythm that is no tune at all. It's from that album with the Warhol banana. She repeats wo...ds, whispered, over and over... How Ironic; it's Sunday morning too.This Jerry bloke had better have a big cock. A man with a big cock to fuck her into sweet oblivion is precisely what she needs right now. It will be her opiate. And if his cock isn't as big as she might hope, please God, let him know how to use it.But the words of a song as a. After a few more seconds of tasting her incredible juices I slid my shorts down releasing my hard member. I have never been so hard for someone in my entire life. She put her hand on my head moving my head up to look at her. Her eyes were begging for me to enter her which made me that much more hard. I moved up to her mouth kissing her hard and I broke the kiss to watch her face. I felt my way to my hard cock and felt the entrance of her with the tip and pressed just enough to enter her only. ." I wanted to tell her how scared I was, that I never done this before."I know...trust me" she said with her warm voice. And I did, letting her control my body completely, moaning to every touch, arching my back with every bite and suck.Jae went down my body, removing my shirt and bra, leaving me half naked under her tongue and mouth. Kissing, sucking and biting on my nipples, leaving me breathless as she slowly undid my pants. "I love you" she whispered to me and I answered back between. Towers came in. She could tell something was wrong. ‘Ms. Bouvier, what’s wrong?’ She queried. ‘Nothing,’ Dianna answered, ‘Just being reminded of a lesson my Momma taught me. I’m fine.’ She smiled at Mrs. Towers. ‘Now let’s go face these new students today.’ The two women exited the lounge and walked back to their classrooms. Mrs. Towers had been at Armstrong for many years, and she knew a falsehood when she heard it. She felt that Dianna could handle whatever it was that upset her and decided.