" "Yes." "All right, pull your pants down." Chris hurried to comply. When he was sitting half naked, his mother picked up the soaked panties and wrapp...d them around his throbbing shaft. "You're still being punished. But I guess a little hand job wouldn't hurt... since you got a good grade on your test." Chris wanted more but was too excited to protest. He sat back and watched his mother stroke him. He stared into her eyes as she moved the silky material up and down his shaft. The wetness in the. I could not resist her and entered her, with complete ease. She was so wet I felt like slickened velvet on my cock. She held my back hard with her hands, and kissed me with her tongues as far as it would go. I had hoped that we would be alone, but at that point I would have loved for someone to see us. I would have loved to step out of my body and watch us. I moved in and out as hard as I could, increasing my speed as I went. I heard her cry out over my shoulder in the fit of a tremendous. Sylvia eased the pressure, and started flicking her tongue back and forth over Brandy’s clit, like she had done on Mr. Moore’s cockhead. She gently nursed on the clit, while her tongue kept working over it. She lightly flicked back and forth, then swirled her tongue around and around. Soon, Brandy’s moans could not be stopped.Wanting to taste more of the Brandy’s cream, Sylvia stopped sucking her clit. She licked back down the fuck slit into her cunthole. Her tongue dipped inside. She stabbed. "How many want to play?" His enthusiasm was infectious, causing every male in the class to raise his hand."That's great! Who played high school football? Show of hands, please."I raised my hand and saw that two others admitting to having played ball in high school.Doctor Mercer looked pleased. "We'll practice this Saturday and get ready for our first game the following week," he said as he glanced at his notes, ready to begin his lecture."Yes, Mr. Oldham?" he asked when he saw my hand go.