Woh jor jor se apni pussy mousi ki pussy pe ragad rahi thi. Ahh ohhh dhire mousi karahane lagi.Paayal.. Oh paayal panty bhi nikal de please. Usne apni...panty bhi utar di.paayal kisi bhuke murd ke tarah mousi par toot padi.mousi niche thi hil bhi nahi pa rahi thi.ab pussy se pussy ragad ragad kar un dono ki chut poori gili (wet) ho chuki thi.dono bhi alag alag hui.pith ke bal soye dono aasman(chat)ki taraf dekhkar haf rahi thi. Mousi ne dekha ki paayal dono pair faila kar pith ke bal leti hui. And, as he mentally re-lived what had happened earlier that night, his penis grew fully erect. It became a throbbing, heavily veined monster, the purple head pointing toward Mrs. Forrester’s lovely torso. ‘Her breasts are even more beautiful than I thought they’d be!’ the young man thought. He was captivated by the steady rise and fall of the mounds adorning Mrs. Forrester’s chest. ‘I…I’ve got to kiss one!’ Moving with great care, he leaned over the sleeping woman and gently took one of her. As it stiffens, I'll use my mouth to gently wank it, still under the fabric. Your cock continues to grow under there, forcing his way towards your hip, straining under the tight material, desperate to be free. I'll stop for a while and let your prick soften some. You'll be groaning with excitement, desperate for your dick to be adored and worshipped again. I'll be talking so dirty to you, telling you what my hot mouth is going to do when I decide to start again.Your hands are still behind your. By the end of the day there was a new buzz going around but no specifics. One rumor was that a female student had been caught giving a teacher head was the closest thing but nobody was giving specifics. Most of the teachers added their own lewd opinions on what might really have happened.That evening I was watching TV trying get the thought of that young hard cock off my mind when Heather came into the room."Mom, can we talk about something that is kind of embarrassing?" She asked in a tone.