With Karla, for some reason, I desperately wanted to see her walking about with a basketball belly, because of me. Maybe it was because Karla was more...girly. I don’t know.“I want three,” she said. “Two girls and a boy.”“You’re kind of greedy,” I said. “And wouldn’t it be better to have them with a man you could marry?”“I want them to be yours,” she said, speeding up.She had her second orgasm and stopped moving, just as I was almost ready to spurt. Her face was right over mine, and her hair was. She made no attempt to hide her body like most teachers at the school, and her body was amazing. While no one knew for sure, there was many guesses about her exact measurements. She had an ample bosom that turned heads and bounced provocatively. I often had trouble keeping my eyes off of it, at least once I thought she had caught me staring at them in class, but rather than make a scene, she flashed a smile and continue teaching as if she didn't care. What a teacher. I was forced to take. It was very very tiring and I came out soo fast, very disappointed about myself… Both of us relaxed for almost an hour, eating something and watching TV… She did not utter a single word to me in that one hour, I kept quiet and then after an hour she came to me close and hugged me and said it is absolutely fine but the way you made me feel sooo comfortable was amazing, this is the first time in many years I relaxed myself to the core without the pressure of satisfying a man…. That statement gave. Did you know that the man who owned the farm has never had an intact cowhide or any that didn’t require someone to scrape the meat off them? I wish I had some sort of hook and pulley system at the RV park. I wouldn’t have minded hunting bears instead of just making them scared so that they would go away. That butcher needs better knives. His got dull so fast, and it wasn’t like I could use mine. He did misjudge me, too. I can carry half my weight if I jog instead of run. You have a lot of.