This was Jack. He got him so drunk so that he wouldn’t remember it and then went and jerked off into her panties. Rage was flowing through his vanes...as he walked back to the living room and sent Jack a text. He didn’t respond so he called him and a groggy, hungover sounding Jack answered. Mikael started to yell at him and told him to come over right away. It was about half an hour before Jack finally showed up. When the doorbell rang, Mikael opened the door.“Mike listen we gotta talk—” Before. Ms Cocksedge and Mr Poll were marking school books. How could she remove her clothes?The bell rang and she watched from the door of the office as the students filed out one by one. She felt liquid run down the inside of her leg. Her pussy was wet and dilated. Her asshole had been poked by her son. WTF ?She felt a soft hand on her butt. Turning Mr Poll had left Ms Cocksedge a student teacher licked her lips. "Sperm running down your inside leg Mrs West. How does that happen in a Chemistry. ?If I ask you a question I expect an answer.? Now the foot dropped to the space between his legs, resting the heel on the loo and rubbing his cock with the sole. ?Do you understand?? ?Yes,? said Mat. Teresa smiled and continued working his cock with her foot. One hand slipped under her skirt and started rubbing. ?If I wanted it, would you lick my pussy?? ?Oh yes!? He was almost there. Teresa pulled her foot away and started doing up her shirt. Mathew had been so. She knew these guys were getting a good show, even with the sparadic flickering of the lights, and didn't even care.He pulled out of her mouth, denying her of her creamy snack, she was working so hard for, lifted her up, and put her hands on the out side corner of the nook, and bent her over and guided his cock into her wet pussy. Usually self conscious about being a well endowed, "fluffy girl", she didn't care that these guys had a side on view of her bent over, with her belly hanging and her.