" Don't feel too bad. The stereotypes have it right, I think about fucking any number of hotties every day. What do you think about when you're walkin... behind Susie Monroe or watching Ms. Anderson really getting into a lecture?" Or chewing the end of her pen." She added with a lusty glint in her eye."The thing is, I think about it, I want to do it, and to be honest, if it weren't for having you in my life, I don't think there's a pretty female at that school who would be safe – and quite likely. Then, because she had been a good cow this time,her obedience was rewarded by the man running his hands up her stomach untilhe was once again cradling her tits. This time, however, instead of weighingthem, he supported them lightly with his palms while slowly stroking her nipplesand aureoles with his thumbs. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout her bodyas the man skillfully manipulated her erect teats. Lost in her pleasure, shetried to grind her ass against the man's crotch, but he stepped. He stabbed my pussy with his devilish cock. My eyes went wide and my mouth opened but no sound came out. I was shocked at how big it was. My pussy could not take his length and his girth. Then, he pushed it deeper. All the way in. My mouth remained open as my nails dug deep into his back through his shirt. He took my bralette off to expose my tiny tits, pointing directly at him as if welcoming him to my body.He started to move his cock in and out of my pussy, slowly at first and harder after. Will you be honest with me, and answer me truthfully?”“Sure.”“Could you really do that? Do you think I could really do that? Isn’t our relationship far more complex? Your son told me that you love me. And I told him I love you. Can we really turn that off for one night of passion?”“I’m willing to try!” she giggled.“Bethany...” I sighed.“It’s a difficult question to answer.”We were both quiet for a bit, and ate our ice cream.“I didn’t tell you before,” I said, “but in Chicago, when we were.