While I can say in my interactions with the local homeschooling association that there are people who fit in those categories, my mother is not one of...them. In fact, she was a school teacher before she met our dad. She actually has a Masters degree in education, and my father is a OB/GYN. Before I go much further, yes, my parents met when my mom went for an appointment at my dad's practice. I'm sure a lot of you can imagine that appointment going all kinds of wrong, but it was a pretty standard. The slight discomfort of my stretching hole faded quickly as the intoxicating novelty of the situation washed over me: I was taking two dicks in a night.That backward push was all the encouragement Aaron needed. Without preamble he began to piston into me, pulling nearly all the way out and then slamming back in. I marveled at how readily my hole opened for him, at how well the load I'd been carrying lubricated Aaron's prodigious member. I wondered how far the slapping sound echoed into the. I knew this girl Ann Jackson from school,” Tracie said, “She was my bestie in junior school and we were still close at the Comp. We lived close to each other near to the old wrecked pier here so we sat together on the bus to and from the big school. But it was about the time we changed schools that she changed her personality.”“Changed?”“Yeah, from the bubbly, confident junior, who was always up to and into everything, she turned into a strange, quiet girl, quiet we later found out because she. More over her old n fat mom was not at home everything was going in favour of what I was about to do. I heard her footsteps approaching and I stood up. She came closer and handed over water to me. I put that glass on table and quickly griped her hands and pusher her towards the wall. And I started kissing her forcefully. I could notice that she was not in favour of what I was doing as she was trying to get her hands off.I kept kissing than suddenly she pushed me back and started shouting at me..