“Do. You. Want. Me?” he repeated as he glared right back at me. “Yes, I want you,” I finally bit out, “What exactly do you want from me, huh... Tell me,” he replied. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. And I want you to make me scream,” I said forcefully looking into his eyes. He answered me by grabbing me by the waist and thrusting deep into my tight cunt forcefully. I screamed out at the suddenness of his entrance before he covered my mouth with his to swallow anymore. The table was adorned in a red linen tablecloth, fitting of the season. I had a silver tray of various cookies on the table and my grandmother’s best china cups which had been handed down. The kitchen was warm with friendship and aromas. As conversation progressed, Inger remarked about the ‘silly’ garments she had witnessed in the ladies department the other day. ‘Honestly, now how many of you would wear a bustier and matching thong for your husband’ she asked indigently. They all agreed. Good&hellip,just keep sucking my cock and then Poppa is gonna get what he wants this morning&hellip,.some of that hot little pussy! Rene looked up at me, her eyes wide. Thats what you want Poppa to do isnt it&hellip,.youve been trying to get me to fuck you for the last two years. Well today little girl, youre gonna get what youve wanted! I leaned forward and pulled her little top up and as she extended her arms I pulled it off and tossed it aside. As I began squeezing her small tits and rolling. Fitch who was seated on her desk listening to her students. Today she was wearing a pair of black low heeled shoes , dark silky nylon thigh high stockings , a black silky short skirt with a silver belt , and a sheer white sleeveless collarless blouse. Boner kept getting a whiff of an intriguing scent and it finally made him rise and follow his nose to Ms. Fitch.Moving up between her legs he sniffed at her crotch and discovered what smelled like a bitch in heat. Ms. Fitch tried to move him away.