Her clothing ranged from shorter-than normal business skirts to sarees that clearly exposed her navel. Many of the guys in my batch used to gawk her w...en she passed by in the corridor. Unfortunately, she was a science teacher (I was in commerce) so I was unable to interact with her in the first week. Later on, some of us were helping the school organize the auditorium for some big speaker who was due to arrive in a few days.I was assigned to oversee the seating arrangement. Wondering how long. "Don't you turn tour back on me!" her shrill voice screeched in his ear. "I asked you what about your daughter, remember?"Quickly he turned around and answered her with the hatred he had never been aware of before that he felt toward his wife. "I have no daughter. The father was a close relative of yours. She and I share no genetic commonality at all. Who was her father, your brother?" She blanched at the accuracy of his guess."God damn you!" She tried to claw his face and got her own slapped. I just stood and turned around so I was side on for my friend to watch. I then allowed Carl to just pull his cock out and fill me with it in one thrust. His cock was a little shorter than his brothers at around 9inches, but it was very fat, it was easily as fat as a coke can in the middle, but seemed to go a little thinner towards the head, unlike his brother who had a very big fat head to his cock. Carl pounded away at my body while squeezing my tits and calling me his new babysitter slut.I. .. I so needed this,” she types. “Feels good to fill yourself? Curve your fingers and press them against your public bone. What fingers did you choose to use?” he replies. Peter does what the guy tells her to do. He curves his fingers and presses them against her public bone. She moans softly, making him to rub a bit harder on the inside of her pussy. She moans again, louder this time. He must have found her g-spot. “Middle and first,” Sarah replies to his question. “When was the last time you.