Jeremy stood up with his hand still on the tool, embarrassed. 'What? you were jerking off looking at the video?'. Jeremy was in a state of shock. He s...uttered, 'What are you doing here? you were supposed to come late.' I shouted again, 'i got done early, but that does not mean that you would do such a disgusting stuff!'. I moved closer to the TV set to turn it off. I stopped with an angry and stunned look on my face and shouted again, 'You pervert! you were fantasizing me while you were jerking. “Fucking slut,” he snarled. “Oh, yes, you are such a slut. I'm going to make my wife into a whoreish bimbo like you. She's such a slut. Just like you. Oh, yes.”My pussy clenched down on his fingers. He was so strong, using my mouth to make himself feel better. My fingers pumped faster. I ground the heel of my hand on my clit. His dick slammed down my throat.“Fuck that slut's mouth,” a Black man groaned, rubbing at his cock in his sweat pants. “Shit, she is going to choke on my monster.”I. Younger. Another Canadian with a touch of ‘Dixie’ in her. Nice!”“We have a condo in Gulf Shores, Alabama,” Dr. Younger added, “So, we’ve made numerous trips to the Heart of Dixie.”“I’ll make sure my husband’s lesson plans on Sweet Home are done up right, so the students at Glencoe get a real perspective in that part of their Southern culture studies.” All of six of us smiled and nodded at Mrs. Younger’s statement and I felt Lynette’s hand squeeze my thigh because she truly knew how much I had. I lowered my mouth to her nipple. It hardened in my mouth: she stuck her fingers into my shoulders and moaned. I kept flicking her nipple with my tongue, and she kept breathing harder and harder. Then she pushed me away and unbuttoned my jeans. She slid my jeans carefully, and when they dropped to the floor, she kissed my stomach. Her fingers were caressing my hips, my thighs, and then she slid her hand up my inner thigh! It reached so close that I could feel the warmth of her hand against my.