.. please?" What kind of woman fucks a stranger she met on the beach on the first date?" A slut... I dress like a slut, I deserve to be treated like o...e!" You weren't dressed slutty..." Oh no? See this skirt? My priest would call this a slut skirt!" Teresa tugged the skirt above her hips and spread her legs as wide as she could. "Come on Sam, show me how you treat a slut!" Mr. Jackson crossed quickly to her and set the camera down, working his pants at the same time. Once freed his aching. I felt ashamed and said “sorry”. He told me that was the silliest thing he had ever heard. I couldn’t know then that he wouldn’t give up. I thought this is it, now he’ll just want to stick his dick in and ride, slam, bam thank you ma,am. I wanted to cry when he said, “we’re just getting started.” He started kissing me slowly, running his tongue around my lips and inside my mouth. I started sucking on his tongue like I wanted to suck on his cock. As we were kissing, I felt him reach around and. After all, she was attracted to him because of his wit and insight. Besides, she was too mature to be really swayed by pretty boys and male hunks.To Susan's surprise the man she saw was better than the picture she held in her mind. He had written of having grown a small belly. The belly was there, but only a fool would point to it as blemish. Even on first sight she had considered it cuddly. The broad barrel chest and shoulders were there, and they were impressive to someone posturing for. ." Her sweet voice lowered in volume as she continued to read the prose on paper, until Grace couldn't hear anything but a murmur. She would have leaned closer to the door if the crone typing away at her keyboard wasn't six feet to her left. This was Grace's first day at the Kylan Academy, and she was only slightly shocked at the news that this school uses corporal punishment and shame. "Why the hell wouldn't my retard of a Father tell me this?" she thought to herself. While she was far.