Not only could something like that cost her her job, it could undo much of the good she had done to her students by showing them that sex was somethin... wonderful and exciting."Well... I suppose we should have asked you about this sooner. Do you think you'll be able to get perhaps another parent to come... maybe a father?" I'll tell you what, Martin," Karen said, her mind racing quickly to form a plan. "I'll talk to my students and see what they have to say. Maybe some of can ask their fathers.. With a grunt, he forced the first couple of inches into the anus, which quickly yielded under the pressure. Only the concern of friction burns on his cock caused Gareth to hesitate even remotely- with sufficient lube he would have simply buried the entire shaft to the roots in the first thrust, and slapped the little bitch around if he protested. But painful experience taught him that dry fucking required different tactics, to maximise the pain for the bottom, and not for the top.Natalie. Marsdale watched his tiny Oriental wife with fascination. She was a superb dancer and he marveled at her muscular control, the sensuousness of her movements and her projected sexuality that never failed to arouse him. She had kept up with her dancing even after their marriage.He felt the familiar crawling, tensing sensation in his scrotum and the rush of throbbingly hot blood into his penis, as it began to rise to erection under his tennis gear that he had not changed yet since his arrival. Decided to get the fuck out of there before it did.She looks like she's going to burst into tears at one point. I can't stand seeing that. I smooth things out for her, make her feel better. It passes.Shit, I did it again. I messed with her mind. I have to stop.Carol wasn't kidding. She's a damn good cook. Best meal I had in years.My instinct says to leave. She's going to cry again. Why? I don't get it. I can't leave her like that. I get in her head again, try to smooth it out. Instead, I.