Luckily the cock was still wet from ramming her mother. It forced its way into her bum hole without excessive pain and the arms held her belly in a vi...e-like grip. As the man moved his ramrod in and out of her ass, another black man mashed her compact breasts and a third man stroked her cheeks tenderly, alternating with stinging slaps while chuckling all the while.Her boyfriend had never taken her ass before and she didn’t like it at all. She tried not to picture the black rod violating her ass. A couple of years after both the boys had left school I began seeing their old drama teacher. We had met at a cinema club we both attended. Mrs Yates as both boys knew her had been dumped by her husband who had run off with an Eastern European half his age. I’d always fancied Mrs Yates and enjoyed talking to her at parents nights and after school plays that the boys participated in. She always seemed rather prim and proper for a drama teacher but there was an undoubted hint of something wilder. Gemma and her Mum were up the garden. I climbed the steep steps up to the top half of the garden where they were. Gemma and Deb were busy making steps using some old quarry stone and chippings and soil. They were about halfway down so I started helping them.Gemma was wearing black ¾ leggings and a little red top that she’d pulled down along with her bra straps so that she wouldn’t have any white lines. Deborah had turquoise shorts on with a matching coloured little strappy top which she too had. It's even kind of cute. But I don't need to be shown it, Ok?"I stumbled over an apology, promising it would never happen again.She placed her hand on my bare knee and gave me a pat. "Take it easy. We won't make a federal case about it. You've got wood. Just keep it under wraps." She turned away from me, leaning back against the wall and breathing deeply of the steam. Her hand stayed on my knee, just resting there. Take it easy? If I wasn't careful, I was going to blow any moment. Somehow I.