Her lips pressed against mine. I went into shock for a couple of seconds andnthen couldnt resist. I kissed back our tongues intwined in an embrace. On... of her hands on my bulge. The other on my cheek. One of mine on her lifted leg, feeling her curves. The other on her cheek. I begin to kiss down her neck. Making her smile. She pulls away "wait everyone from the corridore will see us." She took my hand and led me to the store room at the back of the classroom. She locked the door behind us and. I kept up my pace, thrusting harder, biting harder and playing with her clit more violently. After a few more moments I felt bitches body tighten and with a long low moan bitch convulsed as she came. I stopped as she came and watched her body twitch and shudder. I stayed there, my dick buried in her and my hands on her body. After her orgasm she was silent for a moment. then she began to cry softly, her humiliation and shame running down her face in the form of little girl tears. As she cried I. He released my hair and my head snapped back to 2's ass. I looked at his tight hole and said," I am a faggot ass muncher. Please let me kiss your sweet asshole. I want to French kiss your asshole and taste my own cum."What was I saying? I was working into a frenzy and plunged my face in his ass, I worked my tongue in and out and licking his crack. He was pumping my palm harder and faster, his cockhead getting wetter and wetter from pre-cum.He yelled, "I'm cumming!" as I forced my tongue in as. It was so romantic and, other than the setting, it was just as I imagined it. Wrapped in my dad’s arms as he entered me for the first time slowly with gentle thrusts easing my mind and breaking my hymen was pure bliss. I remember the truck was in the garage with the radio going and Dad had “Journey’s Greatest Hits” CD playing. Needless to say, just hearing that CD brings back a flood of pleasant memories.I need to mention that Jack couldn’t be a better husband for me. I never thought I.