“I saw what you were doing in the back of the class,” I sternly told him. “Your pussy just feels more better with every thrust!”
“Just better, Kev!” I panted, unable to shut off my teaching instincts despite the pleasure flooding my brain. Indian sex I didn’t wear panties anymore, that was against the tenets of the Living Church, and I was beginning to smell my spicy arousal and felt a trickle of passion running down my thigh. When I leaned over slightly, his eyes widened, and he shifted in his seat. I bumped into Jerri Milojevic as she came out of the office. “I am really sorry, I just don’t know what I did,” he protested, pushing up his silver-rimmed glasses that slipped down the bridge of his nose. “Are we really?” he asked, his eyes wide behind his glasses. He stiffened when he felt my naked tit. The slap of flesh echoed throughout my classroom, punctuated by grunts and moans from Kev. “Sit.” I pointed to a chair I placed next to my desk. Things had to change; people should be free to love whom they want, regardless of sex or familial relationship—so long as they were willing and mature enough, what was the harm?
