Tom's dad really needs a barn. I am sure that we could have got a class room from Max Johnson at Analy High School. Well at least I know where my man ...s. He is building a barn. I went on net with the Graton Squadron women and said if we are going to have a barn raising let's do it right. You know. We women will do potlucks, sewing bees, and all that. We all agreed!"Now come here stud muffin and pleasure your lady. You and your projects have neglected her all day." With a downcast look Tom. The girl's husband must have had enough and suddenly spun his wife out of the man's reach. The man then turned and was facing us. Well I say us, actually he was right behind Beth and he was already rubbing himself against Beth's bottom. She was quite unaware that whatever it was that was happening wasn't being done by me. I said or did nothing to stop the man. My dick sprang into action as I saw that he was easing her miniskirt up baring her bottom to him with only the string of her thong in. A shiver of paralyzing fear ran through Cathy's body as the Dean of Psychology knelt over her between her already widely splayed legs. Her gaze was fixed on the massive fleshpole that seemed to be growing all the time in size, swelling until Cathy though it would burst."No... Dr. Fernandez... please... don't do this..." she moaned with the realization that the professor was going to shove that huge penis of his deep into her small, unwilling cunt, and she knew it would kill her. Seven years ago. Her other hand kept stabbing her wet sex, the squishy sounds audible in the small cubicle while she sucked my cock down her throat. A minute or two went by, my cock being sucked expertly by her competent mouth, drawing me closer to shooting my wad down her throat. “Gonna cum soon,” I mumbled in-between ragged breaths. She slipped me out of her mouth with a pop and stood up, turning around and bending over in almost one move. “Fuck me… quick.” she breathed as she rested her hands on the toilet.