The next thing she knew, Miss Beatty had positioned herself on her desk right in front of her face. She saw some sexy pink panties and felt a forceful...pressure on the back of her head. Miss Beatty's soaking wet panties and dripping pussy were being thrust in her face. Lauren knew what to do.'Lick my pussy, every drop' Liz moaned as she came again and again.Lauren was more that happy to pleasure her sexy teacher and, dutifully, lapped at the reward.Almost entirely lost in the moment. Lauren felt. Speaking of dinner, isn't it about time for that?"When I said that the fruit and vegetable would always be fresh, that wasn't because I was manipulating Time in any way. I'd simply memorized the look, down to the molecular level, of perfectly ripe food. If it sat in the bowl for a few hours without being eaten, I'd cancel it and recreate a new one from my memory. I was actually lazier than that, only doing the 'work' when one was picked up, but that'll give you the idea. I also improved them in. He put the movie away, carried his porn loot to thekitchen, put on a kettle of water and started to steam the envelope hefound open. He got the envelope open and it was filled with Polaroidpictures. John seemed to be in every picture. He was fucking fatwomen, skinny women, fat hairy guys, slim young men or getting his cocksucked by the same line up of people Some were bound to a coffee tablewith John face fucking them or fuck pussy or ass. Some were kneelingand handcuffed with John. I was overcome with joy.“Damn Em, you are perfect.” I said. My eyes wandered up from her slit to her barely there bush, then up her flat stomach to the hem on her shirt. “Take you top off too, please.”“Ok but don’t be too disappointed,” Em said. “I’m not big like the girls in your video. Maybe someday but I’m not close to that yet.” Her voice projected sadness.“You’re perfect they way you are. I want to see you, all of you, please.” With that Em crossed her arms and pulled her shirt up, over.