In the front of the room, the woman put down her blue marker, turned and looked directly at him. ‘Mr. Gonzalez, will you kindly pay attention!’ Di...go hated Mrs. Smith, the harbinger of low grades his entire year. ‘So what,’ he said under his breath, ‘who cares about an obtuse angle, anyway? God, I hate this class.’ ‘All right, turn to page 148 and we’ll go over obtuse angles once again for the benefit of Mr. Gonzalez who seems a little obtuse himself this morning.’ A loud collective groan rose. The voice of my balls spanking between her legs. Aaaahh aaaahhh aaaaaaaaahhhhh yeah aaahhh. She moaned loudly. I increased my pace. After a while, we changed our position. She preferred doggy style. I too like it so I without wasting time we were now fucking in doggy style. Her boobs were hanging in the air. I grabbed them from behind and started pressing them. Occasionally I spanked her ass while banging. After a while, I came. I came so hard. I pulled my dick out and asked her to remove the. But then I felt hands pulling--no tearing at my thong. In a moment it was gone; ripped off and thrown away. And--oh Jesus... I felt something between my legs--no, not just between my legs but nuzzling my pussy. Not just nuzzling but pushing, forcing its way in. And then, there it was--the chairman had rammed his cock into my cunt. I gasped, rather than screamed. And as he started to pound away, I realized that I was wet. Some of that wetness might have been the excitement of giving Steve a blow. " It all started back in the mid-1800s when Andrew Jackson Harmon and George Washington Morris got together and built a bakery here in Ridgemont. Andrew's son John married George's daughter Theresa. Andrew also had a daughter, and she married Ethan Bishop, the son of the local preacher. Ethan came to work in the bakery and he and John Harmon took over when the two founders retired."The problems started when Ethan's son Andrew tried to woo John's daughter Theresa. They were first cousins and.