“Why do you think she always submits to your whims? She must do Hardcore as her husband demands. That’s very nearly the first commandment for a wife. Everything else are just guidelines.” She pushes herself up to look me in the eyes. “You must make my mother your whore.” Then she smiles. “You get to have two beautiful redheads.” I had admitted to her that I had a petite thing for women with red hair. I had a whole file on my computer dedicated to them. “What’s the plan.” I ask as she grins. That was the first night that she stayed till morning. Chapter 9 What Went Wrong? Looking back on that Friday in my bedroom with Carol, after all these years, I do not know for sure what went wrong. I know that she enjoyed what I oral did to her. I have reviewed those events so many times they are seared in my mind. I kissed every inch of her from head to pussy. Once I arrived at her pussy, I found she was flowing with the sweetest female nectar I have ever tasted. I savored it as I lapped at everywhere my tongue could reach. I inserted two fingers into her moist opening, stroking the in and out. I attempted to give her as much pleasure as she could take. She loudly moaned out her pleasure. Most of her words of praise for my pussy eating were incoherent. She did not grip my head or pull me into her like the last time, instead she grabbed at the bedding and pushed her pussy up at me. She was definitely enjoying teen what I was doing. The longer I administered to her, the more violent her movements became. If however, by those movements, she shook me away from her pussy, and especially her clit, her movements calmed so I could return to lap up her juice and lick her clit. After enjoying several orgasms, she reached a point where she could small take no more. First, she called out, "Enough, enough." That did not stop me, so she gripped my head between her thighs and squeezed. This did not stop me because my tongue could continue to lap at her clit. Suddenly she pushed me away with her hands. So she does. When the tip of my cock is in her ass, she pushes her way down onto my crotch and leans back into my chest. Click! She wore slacks and a top with buttons and petite a pair of flats, so I guess we Hardcore were both trying to step up our game teen a little bit. She liked me? The way she gazed at me with small those beautiful, brown doe eyes it seemed she was telling the truth, but I wasn’t exactly 100% sure. “I got a little excited.” Every breed of dog was represented, with just as many cross breeds. oral As we went to swap, she told me did not not need mine, so I dropped it in to my father's lap. Soon, however, he established a rhythm that she gamely met. Knowing little to nothing about her own body and why it was reacting this way, she was scared. I don't know what is with these teachers dressing like sluts.