John Wiltshire, the head of the violin department, leaned in to him.Gary relaxed, glad it was not a student he disliked."Who is she?" John whispered, ...is brow knotted.Gary got close to his ear. "A singer." A singer? What? Where does she conduct?" She's a freshman, here at Wexford."John's eyes widened in disbelief for several long moments. Then he let out a breath and shook his head as he watched her again. Gary was not surprised at his reaction. He didn't believe his own words either.The final. " She turned to her mother...Wait! wait! Go back. Who is mother? "as a grain of sand is to Mount Everest so April (Ship) is to mother." Mother is pretty fucking huge. Mother is also very populated with the Things nightmares are made of ... scary fuckers ... but civilized ... shape changers and so on.In her explorations, mother has found and incorporated the very best of the worlds she has studied ... the Japanese Bath and Tea House with attendant garden were three.We lived in mother for long. I reach down and put my hardened shaft at the opening of your willing, soaking wet cunt. I then plunge in, burying my cock to the hilt, as you gasp."Ooooooohhhh. Yes, please, fuck me daddy, please fuck me oh yes!"I waste no time in pounding away, making good on my promise not to be gentle. You feel me filling you up with each thrust, and your ass feels the impact of my hips, causing a mixture of intense pleasure with just a bit of stinging pain. The combination is enough to bring you to edge. I knew exactly what I was going to put on and yet decided that I would ponder two possibilities and ask her opinion, standing all the while in my blue lace underwear, watching how long her eyes were going to linger on my chest. And what of my jeans. Should I dare slip them off before putting a top on? I stood there thinking to myself. What is going on? This isn’t a bloke. A little sexy teasing is one thing but I should NOT be getting a thrill out of this. But as I considered this oddly.