This time I can't hold back either, I feel the tightening of my balls, I push deep inside you and hold it as my cock throbs, each pulsing movement rel...asing a jet of my hot cum within you. We remain locked for a short while, and then slowly I withdraw from you and roll onto my back. You lay there exhausted briefly and I allow you to recover a little before taking your hand and guiding it to my deflated cock. You instinctive know what I want and you straddle over me taking my cock in your mouth. When the class trickled out, I walked up to her desk. I put on my glasses and was gazing down at her delicious tits. I couldn't look at her face and she flushed when she saw I was staring at her tits. "Peter, take off those ridiculous glasses...you don't even wear glasses... do you? I've never seen you with glasses before."I told her I only wore them when I really needed to see better. She said, "Give them to me Peter, they don't even look like they have any prescription on them." I. I'm stuck, I can't get away. She is sat on my hands.I hear him undressing, I hear his belt buckle, his zipper, his trousers hitting the floor.I feel his big hands on my arse cheeks pulling them apart and a hard cock press into my hole. In one shove his big cock invades me and I let out a moan. He pushes further and I feel his thighs on mine as he buries every inch of himself.After just a couple of slow powerful strokes, he was holding my hips and fucking me hard.She let go of my head and moved. Better limit myself to the bastards that everyone would dislike. The kinds that would get killed in prison. She nodded to herself.She hadn't really thought about it that much, but maybe she was a bastard by that definition. Nah. Avenging angel maybe. No, that was too far in the other direction. Avenging bastard, that sounded right. She wasn't an abuser herself – not yet anyway.When the plane landed in Dallas, she pulled out her laptop right in the airport lounge and reentered the DNA search for.