That's how cunts are supposed to react. It's nature's way to insure that our species endures. That you liked what your mother and father did to you is...'t surprising. I would've been more surprised if you hadn't liked it."Tears welled in her eyes. "I think I've pulled all the suppressed memories from the dark into the cold light of day. I remember everything now, Josh. When my father and mother touched me, kissed me, caressed me... licked me... fucked me, I climaxed, not all the time, but a lot,. I was her teacher—not her friend or godparent or—definitely not her boyfriend. I wasn’t having thoughts like that, was I? She left the room, with an elongated, “Bye.” I said, “See you on Wednesday.” She went back to the computer room, back into her apathetic mood, where she would be stuck for another week. I went back to grading what seemed like a thousand essays, and I resisted thinking about how well we were getting along, about how we would know each other if we had met in a different. Surrounding her narrow waist was a broad black leather belt. Smoky grey nylons and black high heels completed her ensemble. She used measured steps as she came down, probably because she didn't want to spill the cocktail she was holding in her hand."There you are Daniel..." she said, smiling into the young man's eyes as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her heady perfume preceded her across the room. Her lustrous black hair was hanging loose, tapered in a way that framed her face in an. Then suddenly Doria looked up at the bright full moon shining in the sky and howled loudly. As she did, her body shook and trembled and her cunt seemed to clamp down on Mark’s prick and milk it. Mark’s groan as he erupted into her was barely audible over her continued howls.Mark lay over Doria’s back breathing heavily when she suddenly stood up and said, “Now from the front.”Luckily Mark’s prick had slid from between her legs before she spun and dropped to the ground on her back. She held her.