" Miss Carlton said as she idly picked up a wooden ruler from her desk and flexed it almost to breaking point between her hands. "What we are here to ...alk over is this occurrence." I said I was sorry, Miss." Jane tried again, but it was obviously not going to work.Jane's worst fears were realised as Miss Carlton, still flexing the ruler, asked. "Do you know what a dyke is, Jane."Jane hated talking about sex, she kept thinking her mom was going to sit her down for that all important 'birds and. She was obviously an expert in the oral arts, as she was able to keep me close, but not past the point of no return.Her finger was moving faster now to my obvious pleasure.Just as I was getting ready to cum, she took her mouth off me. She continued to play slowly with my ass. "You really like my pantyhose, don't you? The feel against your skin? The tease of the promise of my juicy, warm pussy?" Just a little," I laughed. She giggled, as she saw my attempt at humour."Well, since you like my. She was lucky that he had a long, fat cock that managed to satisfy her horny cunt, and when the young girl finally hopped out of the car, her tight teenaged fuckhole was content -- for the moment.She went banging through the screen door, but saw no sign of her parents. Cindy figured that they must have gone out, but when she started downstairs to the basement, she heard her parents' soft, muted voices and heard the sound of the big-screen TV.Cindy continued down the stairs. Then she heard the. "That doesn't tell me anything," said Jennifer."I know." Tell me something," she pleaded. "Lie to me if you must, but give me something to hope for." Women!" he snorted. "First you tell me not to lie to you, then, a few days later, change your mind." I'm being patient, Bob," she said, squeezing his penis, "but my patience is not going to last forever." Her hand moved to cup and gently squeeze his balls, and the threat was clear."I don't want to lie to you," he said."Why can't we be happy.