They had argued pointlessly until he had called her a “prick teaser” and left in a sulk. He still hung around the school gates with his friends but, since that day, he'd made a point of ignoring her. The teacher got up and refilled her glass. When he went back to his chair and sat down, Lucy shifted the oral babe minuscule towel in a futile attempt to hide her thighs from his intense stare. She was painfully aware that she had allowed herself to become as Hardcore aroused by her teacher's words as she had by Mike's hands. He leaned back nonchalantly in his chair and spoke casually. "So if you could have been sure that he wouldn't go too far, you'd have let him touch your pussy . . . wouldn’t you?" Emma said nothing. She had no idea how to answer. The bewildered youngster was trying to work out what the conversation was about and why her teacher was talking to her like this. He repeated the question. "Well? Would you have let him? There's nothing to be ashamed of you know." Emma muttered, shame-faced, "I suppose so, if it didn't go any further." Her teacher nodded, "That's right, there's no harm in it, and it would have felt good too, wouldn't it?" Emma didn't know if it would have felt good but she had certainly wanted it at the time. She drank some more of her drink, the taste wasn't so bad now and the warm glow sent tendrils of pleasure snaking through her body that she was beginning to enjoy. She still could not understand why her teacher wanted to know so much about her? Out of all the girls in the school, why had he picked on her? He waved his empty glass with mature a gentle laugh. "You'd better pass the bottle Emma . . . before you drink it all." Emma struggled to extricate herself from the sagging armchair. As she stood, the alcohol hit and she felt a wave of dizziness. With one hand holding the bottle and the other trying to keep the towel in lingerie position she tried to keep her balance, and failed. The bottle slipped from her grasp and as she grabbed for it, she lost her grip on the towel as it fell on the floor. I know you’ll be gone from time to time, but that’s alright. Anael vanished and my wife animated. 2018 The nightmare continues I’d never done babe “Tina” but I’d heard of it, so I gave him another $100 and we pulled out the “goods”. She used every trick her own body had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. I love to see her face cum covered, but she’s pretty fast reaching for tissues. A look that meant she was in trouble. The man snapped his fingers and threads of oral light reached out from his body in all directions. “See you around naked girl.” I threw it in the hamper, my breasts constrained in a cream-hued bra. He'll have about an hour before he has to go to work. As he came through the door, lingerie I heard him pause. The blast formed a crater the size of a mid-sized car a couple feet away from the quiet stream. “No problem there son; I know just the man, Hardcore and he’d love to paint 3 naked beauties. Too fucking easy. I was too satisfied to care. “You’re a piece of shit.” I thought she’d break my neck. She lets out a grunt as she slides down it, "oh f.f.f...fuck." she flashed Hannah a quick glance, "Hannah, you don't know what you're missing. I need a good cleaning!” This is new! Dana's eyes are rolled into the back of her head as her sweaty body is hyperventilating from the intensity of her mature orgasm. Once it was there, Brie winced and her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She couldn’t wait to shower with Kyle.