She’d dragged his chinos down, his pants too and got straight to work on his tool. Looking down on her bobbing mass of raster styled hair, she was f...cking good. She was much darker than him and he loved that pink/ orange mix of skin tones on her palms as she cupped his balls. He often tried and succeeded to screw whoever was interviewing or coaching him, females only of course, but Margi Clarke? Fuck no. Being a light skinned mixed race guy, if he did fuck a black, he liked them as Connie,. " I turned on my heels and saw a class list and seating chart. "I assume you are all in your assigned seats so I guess we'll begin. Keep in mind I don't know your names currently but I promise I will by the end of today." I opened up my briefcase and grabbed my Teachers edition of the Textbook. "Can someone tell me where Mr. Oshack left off?" I said scanning the room. A young woman sitting right up front raised her hand. "Thank you Ms. Clarke" I said scanning the chart. "We just finished. Claire swallowed hard. But now they were inside, away from prying eyes, her courage was flowering. “From the talk you were giving before, I think you’d be gutted if I didn’t let you wear them.” Olivia’s heavily made up lips turned a smile at the corner as this sank home.Then Claire seized the moment, grabbing the tie waist of her dress and pulling her into another deep kiss.The woman responded, wrapping her arms around her neck.Claire’s body felt as though it were on fire, burning with the heat. Itseemed to take forever for her soft, warm pussy to completelyenvelop my pulsating prick. The sensations of being engulfed,swallowed, and totally devoured were so obscenely delicious, I wasgroaning long before she'd stuffed half of me inside her hot, hairytwat."Ride me," I encouraged her. "Ride me hard."Dads Starting Point: Dad walked into the house, home early and heard noises from his room that sounded like his wife playing with herself so he thought he would surprise her, but as he reached.