There was no boy band posters, or pictures of half naked guys. It was actually neat and clean with both beds made to a T.I moved toward the corner whe...e the dirty clothes hamper was. I bent over to get a good view. Luckily for me, what I was looking for was laying right on top of the other dirty clothes. I reached down and picked up the dainty article of clothing. I put my fingers in the waistband and stretched it out.If I would have had to guess, I would have guessed that the panties I had in. That rumor got me into my first fight with her ex/current boyfriend, Brad, as he overnight became a joke amongst the student body with him being smaller than average compared to the beast swinging between my legs. Then of course, the rumors about the blowjob I received in the student parking lot before school made the situation worse. Finally, the Friday after she broke up with me, Sierra, Brad (her boyfriend), and a couple other do nothing guys from school found Burt and myself having a burger. Usually on a Thursday afternoon, when it was quiet, so I could see her without disturbance – no customers moving in the way of my desire and interrupting my current fantasy image. ‘She’ was in her forties and beautiful – always in a business suit, always looking immaculate and always incredibly sexy. And then there was me. A student in his 30’s who really should not be pretending to browse the bookstore just to snatch images of her in his Polaroid brain. Crouching in the psychology section. Armstrong. “I just freaked out.”She pressed her face into Carmelita's cunt. She licked as Mr. Armstrong groaned. He stared at the screen, watching as Carmelita shuddered. Mrs. Armstrong had her tongue jammed in the Hispanic slave's pussy. It was incredible to watch. The MILF's round tits swayed beneath her. Her auburn hair spilled around her head. Her rump was gorgeous.I wanted to spank that ass.“What is going on?” Mr. Armstrong said.“That's a live feed of what's happening in the next room,”.