The more I fantasized about him, the more I wanted him and the more daring my fantasies became. I imagined him fucking me hard from behind, his tie br...shing across my nude backside with each hard thrust. I imagined playing with my wet pussy, my fingers dipping in and out while he watched me. I imagined him spurting his hot cum all over my face and in my hair. I imagined his hot breath on my neck and my tits. I wanted this man. I needed this man. I had to have this man.I began to look around for. The feeling of her pussy juice lube up her inside made the experience more erotic. Her sensual moans gave me the idea that she has been satisfied. So I braced myself and fucked her faster. I listened to her moans in vibrating effects caused by my movements. I enjoyed the pleasure of her tight pussy squeezing my cock. Her wet walls gave an erotic massage around my dick. It felt like she was sucking my soul into paradise. Then, as she tightened her pussy, I released my cum into her. I kept. "Don't talk unless I say so." SLAP!Two. SLAP! Three."Next time-" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "You will not defy your teacher and I by your little games." SLAP! "I'm sick of you not listening. You go to school to get an education," SLAP! SLAP! "Do you hear me?" he yelled above my ear."Yes, Daddy," I said through my tears. "Are you done?"He laughed coldly. "You wish."The spanking felt like forever, and despite the pain and my tears, my little pussy ached for him. After about fifty more spanks and my. Sitting there, idly strumming Sammy’s twelve-string, I suddenly recalled the two songs that Kaleigh, Lindy, Heather and AnnJay sang at Hepzibah Baptist Church during Danielle Smithson’s funeral. Because of their enhanced musical abilities, I was fairly sure that Jennifer and Sammy would pick up and join in with me once they got a feel for these songs. Additionally, I figured Lynette and possibly, Cathy would add their voices to create a wonderful harmonized sound in Medway’s cafeteria.Before I.