“Oh, god, that's good,” I moaned.Wendy groaned louder as more and more of my futa-dick vanished into her bowels. My dick twitched and throbbed in ...hat wonderful sheath. Wendy squeezed around me. The last few inches vanished into her bowels.My fiery bush rubbed on her butt-cheeks.I shuddered, loving the feel of her wiggling her hips to grind her clit into Pita's. That stirred her anal sheath around my futa-cock. My virgin pussy drank it in. I ran my hands up to my tits and cupped them.Wendy. We exchanged pleasantries and went to the area where we were having the ant problem and he suggested a treatment which he called in to his office and they said they’d send a guy out that afternoon. With that finished I offered him a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table with him at the head and me on the side. I’ve always moved my hands a lot when speaking. Some tell me they can understand me without hearing me and I was doing this and intermittently putting my hand on Dan’s thigh which. AND I'm surprised you haven't gone for one yet. I hear the girls talking at soccer practice; you are quite popular with some of them." I heard that too, but I'm not sure it's worth the risk. This could cost us our teaching jobs for life and a very long jail sentence." Oh, done carefully it is worth it. The risk adds to the thrill. Now let me tell you how this happened. Most of the fun was seducing the young boy. He is now like soft butter in my hands (apart from his cock)."Tina's Story"I always. He said it turned him on tremendously and I could see his bulge growing by the minute. Although everything seemed perfect I was feeling some rumbling in my stomach, I was almost sure something big will take place.After finishing dinner we retired to our bedroom, with lusty sex in store for us- so I thought-. Instead he told me that my fantasy was coming to life tonight. And bam he produced my missing scarves from underneath our bed, he took hold of my right arm and tied the wrist to head rail.