” With that he flipped through a notebook and began to take attendance. It was so hard not to laugh at his outrageous behavior but he had a point. �...�Josie Mead?” I raise my hand and say “that’s me.” “What type of name is that for a black girl? Josie Mead??” He said incredulously. “Sounds like your mom was trying to say juicyme and the nurse wrote down this crap.” Now I’ve heard all the jokes in the world about my name but coming from a prof was just out of line. That was the moment I decided. I knew that her parents are in their offices. I found the main door opened. Their temporary servant might have left the flat and my student forgot to lock the door. Or was she sleeping? Thinking those, I entered into the drawing room and saw my student. She was wearing tight choodidar pajamas with a frock. She was sitting in a sofa chair with her knees lifted up, feet resting at the seat, legs wide open, and her heels touching her buttocks. She was studying some novel, while scratching her slit. It was truly an incredible site. They were all in their twenties and beautiful Two black guys and a superb little blonde with big boobs. She was sitting on a huge fallen tree and had a huge cock in each hand. The guys still had their shirts on and their shorts lay in piles at their feet. The girl’s shirt was open to the waist and still had a pair of very short gray shorts.I looked over at my wife and wondered whether we should give them their privacy, but one glance at her told me the. Fidgeting about, she reached over and took her glass of wine, and then moved to lie back sideways on the couch, with her head on the armrest. Her inhibitions weakened; she swung her legs over my lap and took a long sip of the wine."Ahmm, this is so nice and relaxing. Is this okay, Uncle Carl? Do you mind my legs on your lap?" Well, seeing as you've already established your territory, I guess I have no say in the matter," I teased.Feeling the effects, the youngster giggled, and then whispered to.