.mmmmmmm..." moaned Mrs. Kane. I watched as her big breast bounced under her chest. I then slapped them with my free hand as I fingered her pussy some...more. After a few minutes we switched positions. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Get behind me young man." said Mrs. Kane. She put her hands on the sink and arched her back. She looked over her left shoulder as I put my hard cock under her ass. I felt her hair pussy on my cock. I spit on my hand. Than got my shaft wet. I pushed. Finally after a couple of minutes he pulled out of her mouth and as she gasped for air he pushed her back on the bed. His large calloused hand snaked under the crotch of her panties and he ripped them off. He gawked at her hairless slit, "Is that what all the boys at school like?" He rubbed his finger roughly up and down her pussy, "I have to admit it's sexy as hell, maybe I will have your cunt of a mother shave her nasty old twat too!" Dad, please don't", Connie cried as she watched him line. My boyfriend was tired so went to bed leaving me n T alone in the living room. Ever since the discussion earlier and the evening I could sense the sexual tension between us. As we sat on the sofa talking in hushed voices so as not to wake my boyfriend who was only a few feet away in the next room, I could see T looking at me with a glint in her eye. She was gently nibbling on her bottom lip practically begging me to come closer. I took her glass fom her hand and placed it on the floor. As i. “Donna asked how well you’d done in it, and you said that you’d never taken it in that form. You looked like a teacher because you knew more math than was in this course. Same with Lit. Lit teachers study more Lit than they’re going to teach. So, I’m never going to teach Baudelaire. It’s a shame, though. The whole class would read that section. Anyway...” She took a breath, which did interesting things to his view.“Anyway,” she continued, “having an English degree will help me get a job as an.