My teacher was only gone for a couple of minutes but I already got hard real quick again, as I kept dreaming of how I’m going to fuck my hot teacher...on the bed she and her husband sleep in, I don’t know what exactly it was that made me want to murder my teacher’s husband and just fuck the shit out of her even more. I kept imagining how I would cum inside of her, filling her with my thick cum, impregnate her.Weird thoughts were going through my mind, how I’d like to just rip her cunt open by. Hours later, I slid out of the empty booth, jammed the nearly empty bottle of scotch back into the rumpled paper bag, and headed for the door - right after stuffing the damp coaster into my shirt pocket.*By the time I reached the state line, the weather had turned from bad to terrifying. A light drizzle of rain was now a wall of water and hail. Lightning arced across the sky in all directions, interrupting the pounding wind and rain with sudden deafening claps of thunder. Just ahead to my. She blurts out that she would get in bed with a guy, blow him, and that would be it. He would cum and go to sleep. I was a little shocked that our conversation got this blunt, but when this young vixen started talking about sucking dick, my dick started growing. The suddenly she asked me if I wanted her to suck my dick!Here we are, an 18 year old spinner and me, a 40 something year old guy, smoking weed and scrolling through porn, with my wife upstairs asleep and Scotty supposedly sneaking. She then quietly whispered, "I love this song". After a while, Emma disappeared to her bedroom for a moment and returned, wearing a slip night gown and said that she would have to call it a night but he was free to stay. Seeing her voluptuous figure in her nighty, Robert thought he would have to be crazy to turn down her offer. He walked back to her bedroom and she sat on her bed, looking to the side for a moment and then rubbing her hands slowly over her thighs. By her body language, her.