I kept one hand on my nipples as I let my other hand wander to my belly, playing with the top and side seams of my panties. This was absolute torture....All I wanted to do was rip off my panties and attack my soaking pussy until I came, but I knew my orgasm would be better if I built it up like this.My hand lightly tickled my belly and inner thighs, intentionally staying away from my pussy. The hand which was on my breast moved its way down too, so now both of my hands were exploring my body. I. She was babbling about how she had seen our teacher bending over her desk and taking in the butt from football jock Brad Johnson with his desirable ten inch cock.I felt a sense of pity for Mrs. Adams because she had recently divorced her husband who was fooling around with his secretary and she apparently was desperate enough for some dick to take the risk of fucking one of her students to put out the fires burning so fiercely in her feminine folds. The thought crossed my mind that I would take. He spanked my ass hard. "Whose pussy is this?!" he yelled.Confused and on the verge of a new batch of tears, I stammered, "My ... my pussy, Daddy."He slapped my ass again so hard I thought he might have torn the flesh. It was so hot and I knew I'd have trouble sitting down tomorrow. He yelled the question again and I finally knew the answer."It's your pussy, Daddy." That's right slut! Whose tits are those?" Yours, Daddy. They belong to you." That's a good little fuckslut!" he said as I felt his. Not like a couple of high school kids in my truck.”He opened his door, and I released his cock from my mouth, knowing that I would be able to enjoy him more outside the confines of his truck. He slid out and I watched him unbuckle his pants and try to place his rigid member back inside his pants. My brother wasn’t wearing any underwear and I had a clear shot of his muscular butt as he attempted to place his beautiful cock back into his jeans. He must have somehow managed to get it in and.