It seemed redder and puffier, and was definitely wetter. He then looked at his fingers which were covered with his teacher’s pussy-juices. He he...d them to his nose and smelled the powerful aroma. Then he cautiously licked a finger and studied the taste. “Not bad,” he thought, knowing it was his teacher’s pussy he was tasting. Then he licked and sucked his fingers clean.Peter once again pulled his teacher’s pussy open and leaned in close. The smell was strong, but. .. an electric shock coursed through my nervous system and my back immediately arched so I was pivoting on my painful shoulder blades... Mike pressed down of my large abdomen holding me down as my arms and body thrashed against the table top, my eyes were wide open in absolute terror and pain as my body heaved trying to fill my lungs with life giving oxygen, it was like being fucked by a hideous monster forcing a massive bolt into my grasping cervix as an unnatural scream was being forced from. But she’d have to try to supply some of the calendar/schedule to Patrick. She went back to an outline and an introduction for Dr. Garshin.OutlineIs a landscape constructed, construed, reflected? Do we think the landscape sketches of Breughel or Duerer or Rembrandt or Claude Lorrain; of Casper David Friedrich or J.M.W. Turner; of Cole or Bierstadt in America; or of the Group of Seven in Canada are real? Landscape views in art may be entirely imaginary, or copied from reality with varying degrees. The pressure to keep the magazine's popularity building was enormous. Understandable that she should lose track of time. She put her glasses back on and checked her hair.Parsons... Well, she'd better tell him about the problem. His desk was right outside her office. With the blinds open she could see he was there. She gave him a quick call and saw him pick up."Parsons, come to my office please," she said before he had even spoken.He looked up at her through the glass, smiled and said "Be right.