.. here ... we ... go! Ummmm..." Principal Walters held my head with both hands, arching his back as his fat cock pulsed quickly between my lips."Ulmp...! Mmph! Unmph!" I swallowed as quickly as I could, tasting his cum like salty cream as it slid down my throat and into my tummy.My cheeks bulged outward though, and I coughed and choked a little as there was just too much of it for my little mouth to handle all at once. Some of the principal's semen squirted from the corners of my mouth and. I have made no embellishments to make it a more exciting read. This is as it happened.It was in the summer of 2004, a few months after my separation and bifurcation of assets from my cheating ex-wife of thirteen years. The divorce actually came four years later, not because of any attempts at reconciliation, but because we were both getting on with our lives and were lax about it. Ours was an all too familiar story: I was the sole breadwinner, working long hours in sales to support the. Black heels and she was ready. Her case was packed and was a secret as to what she had put in it. “You’ll just have to wait and see.” She said. I had dressed casually, as most men would. But I did have my backless wetlook pants on. We packed the car and were off by 5. I put my hand on Dee’s thigh to feel her stocking tops and she smacked it playfully.We were off for our first encounter with another couple. Dee sat next to me and hitched her dress up to reveal her stocking tops. As we passed. Krysta finished her business and wiped herself clean with the paper next to her toilet with the pink fuzzy cover on it. Rachelle's fingers were still busy in every hole she could find, and she had already come four times. Exhausted, but still frustrated and hot, Rachelle decided she would stop at six. Number five was so strong that it was hard to keep quiet. Rachelle was too late to stop a moan of ecstasy that escaped from her throat. She froze. Krysta froze. She approached the window, and.