Can you believe that?”“Yes,” Professor Parrish said. “I think I know that particular student.”Betsy entered the room walking very stiffly. S...e was holding her face tight. Anyone who knew her, could tell that she was trying not to bounce around or run. Anyone who didn’t know her, would assume that she was performing a very poorly executed parody of Frankenstein’s monster.Professor Parrish pointed to her and said, “There she is.”“Is she okay?” the Dean asked.“She’s okay. You’ll see what I mean in. It’s just not fair,” he repeated.“Surely you can’t mean me,” Kim protested.But before she could continue, Donna said, “Knock it off, Kimberly. We settled that matter last night. Let’s not resurrect it.”Before they could get going, though, Maria spoke up. “Really, sir, this has gone too far already. I am not the woman your grandson should marry.”“And why not?” he asked.“Here’s one reason why not: my daughter, Conchita.”Hearing her name, Chita entered the room. Like her mother, she was wearing a. She took hold of the situation.She came to me all nude and slapped me right on my face.“This is for applying that itchy powder on my pussy. You ASSHOLE!” and she pinched my cock.“Aahhh…” I screamed in pain.“You are a slut you know that.”“And what are you? You fucker. Jerking your cock off looking at my pussy. I wasn’t the one masturbating peeping on you. Oh wait…but you were.”I knew that this bitch was in heat and I wanted to be the one to help her blow her steam off of her. I went up to her. She took one of my legs from Khadija and then looked at her“Where are your table manners?” Irene said as she looked at Khadija. She then lifted Khadija’s long shirt. Khadija wasn’t wearing any bra. Her breasts were not too large. They were in a conical shape. Her nipples were darker than the chocolate matching the color of her lips. She started licking my left asscheek as Irene licked the other side. My legs were starting to pain but my cock was hard looking at the two women licking the.