I was rock hard, nipples erected and ready to pound that pussy. But she had other plans. She told me to eat that pussy some more. I spun around droppe... my cock deep in her throat and lunged my face deep in her sloppy pussy.As her pussy was flowing, my cock rubbing the back of her neck. She starts rubbing my ass, fuck my back arched. Cock deeper in her mouth as she slide a finger in my ass. FUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK! I raise up pull my cock out of her mouth and rub my ass all over her face. She rams. Moving ever slow, I watched her long-fingered, beautiful hands move to the first button of her dress. In the semi-dark, the blackness of it was featureless, I could no longer see detail and when looking at her eyes I could not read their message. Silently, slowly, the button was undone. Then the next, then the next, and the next. Five minutes passed, eight, then ten and the last button at the knee fell free with its half of the dress.My erection had returned with power and was straining in its. I left and went home. When I got home I did masturbate thinking of Mrs. Jennings. The next weeks passed and the only time I saw Mrs. Jennings was in my masturbation fantasies until school started. When I got my class schedule I noticed I was in Ms. Pyles English class and not Mrs. Jennings. Ms. Pyles was an awful teacher. She was strict and a bitter single woman in her fifties. It was not her strictness that made her a poor teacher but that she did not care about her students at all nor. I Google him from time to time to see what he's up to."She leaned back into Bill. "I know you've had a long day, gaining three hours. Maybe we should sit in the tub to relax and then retire and snuggle up." I'm for that! Today started much too early."Bill felt awed at the house in which Ashley lived alone. He wondered how she could keep it all up and still have any time to work-or play. Bedrooms upstairs, offices and living area in the middle, and a large garage and rec room on the lowest.