My cock shimmered with her pussy juice as it pumped in and out."What the fuck?" The fat bitch screeched. " You said you'd be home by Tuesday. The yard...is a mess, I need you to mow the lawn and pull the weeds you lazy ass!"My anger built, and as it did my thrusting became harder and deeper. "Look," I said forcefully, "I'm the one making the money to keep a roof over our heads! This is what I have to do!" I saw Enobo push her head harder into the pillow to stifle her moans. Yeah, bitch. This is. Phir thodi der bad sab khana khane chale gaye pr me nhi gya….to bhabhi ne wha mujhe nhi dekha to unka msg aya ki kha ho abhay….unka msg dekhkr me khusi se pagal ho gya or bhabhi ka rply kiya ki stage k pas hu to bhabhi ka rply aya ki khana khane ao to to mene rply kiya ki mujhe khana nhi khana to bhabhi ka rply aya kyu nhi khana to mene rply kiya ki jb tak ap mujhe maf nhi karogi me khana nhi khauga to bhabhi boli k abhay mene to tumhe kabka maf kr diya me to tumhe sabak sikhana chahti thi ki. As he withdrew from my ass I could feel the shots of cum stream across my back. "You're so tight, Austin." Jordan said as he backed up laid exhausted behind me. Michael, who was robbed of his rightful place stepped in front of me and smiled. "It always comes to this doesn't it?" Michael says. I extended my head forward and took his hard cock into my mouth. Working my way back down it's length, I felt Michael's hair explore my back and rub the warm cum around his fingers. Extending them in front. But Mrs. Hannah heard every slurp, every suckle, every pop, and every pant coming from under her desk. Knelt between her legs, under the flowing fabric of her black pleated maxi skirt, was Kimberly Watson. A too-cool-for-school punk senior who was in danger of failing Mrs. Hannah’s class, and therefore in danger of not graduating. She currently had about a third of Mrs. Hannah’s twelve inch cock in her mouth, and was going to work on bringing her to orgasm. She’d been serving her for nearly two.