..None of this was part of my fantasy. The fantasy always ended after thesex, and we hadn?t switched back.I started walking back to the master bedroom... poking my head inside thespare bedrooms along to way to check for signs of life. No one. I stoppedback in the bathroom, looking at my body in the mirror. Staring back at mewas Cassandra. He body anyway. I ran a pale skinned hand through my redhair, seeing it rise and fall in the mirror to the sides of my palefreckled face. I reached up and. In just a few thrusts down the drivers throat, I tell him I'm gonna nut. Grabbing him now with both hands, locked together across the top of his head, I volley. Spurt after spurt of thick jock jizz go flying straight down his throat, and he begins to choke up on the massive load. I figured I volleyed about 7 shots. I hold fast, applying more pressure to his head, and bury my cock. Finally, I ease out just a bit—now grasping the trucker by the sides of his face. With an evil grin, I look him. Knock knock on the door. The door chain was undone and the latch thrown.When the door opened I could not believe my eyes there stood Joyce. But man had she changed since I last saw her. Jack and Joyce were huge Raiders fans. Joyce has on a Raiders hat with short dark red black hair underneath. Her piecing green eyes and olive complection were always hot. But what I could not believe was the size of her chest!The last time I had seen her she was maybe a c cup. She had tits the size of Summer. "You didn't happen to go to RFK, did you?" Susan asked with trepidation."No, I went to Jefferson High across town," the girl answered. "Why?"Susan couldn't believe the next words out of her mouth."I teach history at RFK." You're joking, right?" Elisa asked."No, I'm not," Susan said, finding it easier to say it the second time. "I can show you my ID to prove it." No, I believe you," Elisa said as she ran her hand through her purple hair. "Damn, I knew I went to the wrong school." she.