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“I was afraid you were going to say that,” she sighed. “When in Rome, I guess.” I kissed and cuddled her, and we waited. It was worse than she expected, from her pained hiss as it happened, but it was over in only a moment. Plus, I knew just how to make it better! I helped her to her feet and back onto the bed, laying her down and getting between her thighs. God, there was a lot of it! This was the first time I'd ever gotten to taste one of Brucie's entire loads, rather than just tiny bits of it off my fingers, and I dove in eagerly. Daddy wasn't ready to go again yet, so he laid down beside us, he and Mom passionately making out, while he ran his fingers into my hair at the back of my head and held me tightly down into her pussy. God, I loved that! I was happily doing it anyways, but the idea of him making me do it was just so, so hot! She pushed me gently away after the first time I made her cum, so I crawled up and collapsed on her opposite side, snuggling close.

She normally hated the taste and smell of coffee, too harsh and bitter for her liking, but by God she needed something to wake up from this lack of sleep and the daydream she was stuck in.

“Oh God Mrs. B! Shiiiittt! Fuccckk! Mrs.B!” I exclaimed in a whisper, knowing that the students out in the classroom could hear anything louder. My cock kept spewing cum into her warm mouth, and Mrs. B. guzzled down every drop. When my cock stopped shooting cum, Mrs. B. swallowed my entire shrinking dick, and then gave my balls a lick.