"So, baby. Mom and I didn't shock you?" asks Joe."No, Daddy. But..." Molly's voice trails off."But what, honey?" asks Anita."Um...while you guys were,...uh, doing it...what was all the weird talk about?" Weird talk, Molly?" says Anita.Molly blushes even more than before. "You know...um, fuck me Daddy. Fuck your little girl, Daddy." What's up with that?"Anita and Joe look at each other and blush a little. Anita replies, "Well, sometimes it's fun to have a little slutty, nasty talk going on. It. “Does that look good in the mirrors? Does my ass look good?”I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. My body is still good, both sexes love my legs and ass and the way I trim my pubic hair - less is more. Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. I have a high sex drive, I am to. I had just reached our usual table for break when Letty walked up accompanied by Miss Kirke. Our teacher sat down with us and started telling a tale about growing up in Potsdam. I noticed that she watched the entry to the courtyard nervously for the first half of the break, but eventually she relaxed.It helped that she and Letty had talked while they walked to the table. Jason was still not willing to forgive Miss Kirke, but Letty made him promise to do nothing until the current problem was. Standing, I entered her sexy juicy pussy and increased her pleasure. Bridget reached back and played with both my balls, shaft and herself. She came again, this time I shot a load into that sexy hot red pussy. I collapsed on her back. It was an intense few minutes of action. We move and got onto the bed holding each other face to face on our sides. I move the sheet to cover us. We fell asleep arm in arm with Bridget holding my cock.Around 5.30 I could feel Bridget stroking my cock, seeing I was.