I would often stand in my corner waiting for the dances to be over and my dad to pick me up. Mrs. Smith (for the sake of making this whole entry anony...ous), was one of my favorite teacher. She wasn't only smart, but also was beautiful. I always had a crush on her despite our age difference. She was definitely one of those teachers that everyone loves. She is super sweet and would stay after school to help anyone in need. One afternoon, while walking out of the parking lot, a car suddenly. Jessica almost died from embarrassment. She pulled out Brett's already hard dick. Precum was oozing from the head. She wrapped her red lips around the head and started twirling her tongue around the head of his dick. She tried not to think about the stranger watching. She began to slide up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time. She started to really get into the blow job, enjoying pleasuring her husband. She took him all the way down her throat.At that moment she felt a hand under her. Bobby, Greg and Mike are all waiting around and fully dressed. They don’t want to be the one to remind Carol that she has to report to the center naked.“I know honey, it’s just well I was trying to remember us as a family as we are now,” Carol said with a wintry smile. Marsha secretly hopes Carol will be judged as a slave because she doesn’t like being considered a family slave as she used to think she was Carol’s favored child after Cindy. Marsha believes though that Carol has a perfect life. Although, you fail to bring up that the other little known facts about yourself that do make you a perfect wife." "And those are?" "You always let me get what I want on the pizzas. When I cook, you actually let me cook, and not try to be the second cook in command. You never give me shit when I just want some time with my friends. I know how much you hate all the noise they make when we watch the football games and all the cigar smoke too. You never try to hide this naked body that lies before.