They began ripping at my clothing, tearing my dress, shredding it, pulling it off of me a piece at a time. I stood there helplessly, crying softly, no... fighting anymore. They stopped shoving me and just stood around me now, their hands, boldly exploring every part of me.My dress was in tatters at my feet and now I felt hands tearing at my bra. The crude comments continued as my breasts were revealed, and then my panties were ripped from me violently, painfully. I would have fallen had one of. I reasoned she’d be still in her bikini though and even as I moaned my thoughts occasionally drifted to her form. I was after all a fifteen year old adolescent male with raging hormones. I reached the doorway to her bedroom. She was backing me, bent over on the floor, her ass up the bikini bottom flossing her ass while she searched for something. “Are you okay Mrs. Wilson?” “Something rolled under the bed Jeff. Can you reach it for me?” “Sure,” I said and took up position next to her. “What was. And only one new flash!She realises only partly she is finally a real woman now, not that she might become also a mother!I like to mix a cunning cocktail for you Jennifer! I tease you till you will meet my meat sunshineA short sharp flash of pain and suddenly Jennifer feels filled up at both her hot horny holy holes!She feels overwhelmed and overpowered, as if taken against her will by a lovely sweet and brutal man Professor Peter keeps slapping her bums, which burn both at the outside and. “For the record,” I quirked a brow. “You should know that I loved watching you.” “Oh, fuck me,” he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “I wanted you the second you took your jacket off.” I licked the tip of his thumb and with our eyes locked, I could see his pupils get larger. Yes, six months was a long time. I needed to give him some long awaited pleasure. I wanted him to remember me. “Lay down,” I kissed him and guided him back down to the bed. He laid his head on the pillow and I broke the.