Admiring how erotically sexy you look. You feel my fingers slide slowly along your cheek. Slowly they move down your neck then across the back of your...shoulders, return to the other cheek. Caressing you, you savor the feel of my hands on your smooth flush skin.You gasp as I suddenly kneel down and scoop you up in my arms. Your own arms automatically circling my neck. As I carry you over to the side of the bed I pull you closer to me. You feel my lips crushing down on top of your own. My tongue. He cried, so the teacher asked him what was wrong.He sobbed, “I can’t find my boots.”The teacher looked around the classroom and saw a pair of boots, “Are these yours?”“No, they’re not mine,” the boy shook his head. The teacher and the boy searched all over the classroom for his boots.Finally, the teacher gave up, “Are you SURE those boots are not yours?”“I’m sure,” the boy sobbed, “mine have snow on them.”StressA lecturer when explaining stress management to an audience, Raised a glass of. Her cheeks were all red and her mouth open almost like she was scared and going to scream, a face of almost panic. The second orgasm took less than 2 minutes to hit. She started to horsely scream as it did. Her legs started to spasm and shake and she threw her head back. I smiled as she started to squirt liquid out of her pussy in pulsing sprays over the bed. I could hear the thin juices of her gushing rattling between the wand and her pussy lips, and smell the musky sent of their strange. Since Melissa’s bottom was so sore, she moved around a lot in her chair. This drew a lot of attention from both the other students and Mr. Smith, her teacher. “Melissa, you are making a big disturbance in my classroom,” Mr. Smith said. “You know I do not tolerate that in my classroom. Please stand up, take off your panties and hand them to me and bend over my desk.” “But Sir, I was severely punished on Sunday and I can’t help from squirming about,” Melissa replied. “You know that talking back.