Jean hesitated, the import of his wife’s words sinking in.“You are with child?” Jean asked, sounding shocked.Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I k...ow it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained. “You don’t remember? The night before you left for Paris, you had me. You were exhausted and sick, but I used my mouth on you until you were ready, then I sat on. I knew in my heart that she loved me, but in my head I couldn’t get rid of the thought that she was a straight girl not a lesbian and in the cold light of day she would think this was some kind of huge mistake.I don’t know how long I lay there almost afraid to breath and wake her. It was a strange mixture of feelings, my lust was tempered by the fear inside me, keeping me just on the edge of excitement. But more than anything I felt such a deep feeling of love for this woman, it is so hard to. Bentley’s hole as a guide, Peter aimed his hard cock lower until it bumped against his finger. He felt the opening and pushed his cock into it while pulling his finger away. Then, with one quick thrust of his hips, Peter buried his hard cock all the way into his teacher’s pussy.“Uuggghh,” Mrs. Bentley grunted at the force of the impatient teenager’s entry.At that moment, however, Peter wasn’t thinking about his teacher. He felt her wet, warm pussy grip his. Basically he could do whatever he wanted as long as she didn't use the safe word and she had already made up her mind that she wouldn't use it no matter what. Victor had explained that they would need a contract and a safe word so that there were no misunderstandings. According to the profile he had online and the research she had done, Victor was not new to this and very good for people that had little experience.“Ok Victor, I'm ready” she told him.” He held out his hand and led her to the.
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