‘It’s OK girl,’ I said to poor Misty as I opened the door to let her in. she didn’t run to the cabinet as she usually did for her bone, but in...tead, headed to the bedroom and hid in the corner, panting heavily. ‘Looks like it’s going to be a two Benadryl night,’ I said to Marlene as she placed the plates of pizza on the kitchen table. ‘Is she alright, Michael?’ ‘She is a bit shaken by that last burst, I’m going to give her her pills with some peanut butter and she’ll be alright in a half hour. Without wasting time I took over her and landed on the bed kissing like no tomorrow. She was moaning and rubbing the back of my neck. My dick was hard again and poked her navel. She grabbed it and asked will this fit her pussy.I said the only way to find it out is by putting in.She smiled and asked to use some oil before penetrating. I obeyed her as it was my first fuck.I spread her legs apart and sat between her thigh and slowly ran my finger across her pussy lipsShe was squirming and coing. I passed my mother striding down the halls, a black-haired MILF in a low-cut blouse. She gave me a smile and a slight bow of her head. She taught history at our high school and was also our sex slave. Our meant Pam, Clint, and me.“You two look up to no good, Mistresses,” my mother purred.“Wait until you hear what your daughter did in the bathroom. It will be all over the school soon,” Pam said.I just grinned. “Yep! But that’s nothing on what I have planned for later.”“Oh?” my mom asked.“You. Instead I plumped for what I think was a rather sanitised question, and one that with hindsight looks as though it were rather more to do with consoling the mythical fragile female ego. Truth is, I just didn’t know what else to ask. >, Did you enjoy the other afternoon? The message took thirty or forty seconds to come back, during which I imagined thirty or forty different responses, none of which portrayed me in a flattering light. >, You do that a lot. >, What? >, Beat around the.