Then she glances up at me and catches me watching her. She holds my gaze for a second or two longer than normal, and that Mona Lisa smile appears again. She knows. Somehow, she knows. At the end of the exam I collect in all the papers and let the students go. They all make for the door, eager to escape, all chattering about the paper. I complete my post-exam paperwork and glance over at the door. She’s not there, obviously. With a sigh, I gather up the papers and head towards my office, not looking forward to the long and dreary task of marking them. I grab a coffee and settle in at my desk to babe begin marking the first paper. I’ve pulled Georgia’s to the top, as I’m curious to find out how she’s done. She’s a good student anyway, and should get a comfortable pass, if not a merit, sadly without any extra-curricular input whatsoever… It’s been a few weeks since the mid-term exams now, and Georgia did indeed get a merit. Not everyone faired so well though, and I’ve arranged to speak to each one that failed. I’m sitting in my office late one afternoon, waiting for my next appointment. Most of the students and teachers have already left for the day. There’s a timid knock at the door and I call “come in”. It’s Zuzanna (pronounced ‘Susannah’), Toys a Polish student who is struggling because of the language barrier. Her spoken English is nearly fluent with a mild accent, but she really struggles with written ‘technical’ English, and she’s in danger of failing my subject. It’s the most linguistically challenging for her. She knows that if she does fail, her family will insist that she returns to Poland, and she really doesn’t want to go. We’ve had several chats about it over the year, often quite tearful, as she’s doing the best she can. If English was her first language, she would be fine. She has asked me a few times if I can make allowances for her, but the rules are strict. Everyone’s answers must make sense, so even though I know what she is trying to say, I can’t give her the marks if she isn’t expressing it correctly. She has also asked me if there is anything extra she can do to increase her marks each time she has been faced with a re-sit. I’ve always just advised her to keep working on her written English skills. Now here she is, in my office again, and looking close to tears. She failed my mid-term by just three percent. I look at her as she stands there. She’s a good-looking young woman. A petite blonde, with a nice figure in those tight jeans and close-fitting tee-shirt. She’s clever, and always very polite and respectful. I feel sorry for her. I can talk her through where she went wrong, but that’s mainly just her written English, so I’m not sure how I can really help her. All she can do is take the re-sit and hope she does better, but she’s losing confidence. She sits next to me at my desk as I talk her through her errors, and she Hardcore makes careful notes. She tells me again, in tears, how important it is for her to pass. I’m conscious that Hairy she has pulled her chair up very close to me, and I’m very aware of her physical ass presence. Our legs and arms are almost touching. Let's make Daddy squeal." She touched it teasingly. It’s beyond perfect. She went and got ready and when she was heading to bed she stepped out and was naked, I told her she shouldn’t do that and what if Logan was to see her she just looked at me and scooped her large 36 Tits up and licked her nipples and said” I just hope she can see how much I love you when she sees me like this” I jumped up and babe we almost ran to bed, when going into our bedroom I stole a glance at logans room and the door wasn’t open just a bit, we got into our room and I left the door open some and Vicky hopped up on the bed and spread her legs as I was getting undressed, “ I want you to eat my pussy and asshole until I cum all over you and then I want you to fill my ass up with your cum baby.” I couldn’t help myself I buried my face 8nto her pussy and sucked it all the while Vicky was oozing cum out of her pussy and I drank every bit I could get my mouth on, The dungeon air was chilly. Later that day we went along the coast to where a cable car goes from in the middle of the village / town, to the top of ass the Hairy mountain. She was forbidden. Ohhhhhh!" But first he wanted to tease it, and her. When we finally break apart, her green eyes glow with life as she stares into mine. The air felt a bit stale so she opened the window, stuck her torso out, and felt the lake air wash around her damp hair and nude form. Soon she lowered her leg and straddled my face riding my face as he continued fucking her. I lock the doors but he finds a way in sometimes. The Danes didn’t really understand that Pakpao wasn’t staff and Natalie trying to explain to them that she was a tour guide didn’t clear things up. With all the kids out of the way Tom and I went out to the patio table and sat down for a quiet chat and a Beer. After touching father in laws feet one more pot added on my head. “And?” Mom smiled at me. “I had hoped you two would get Toys Hardcore closer when the incest laws were repealed. “Drink my cum!” Tim groaned, staring at me. It is a Fibonacci sequence that begins with 9. All I have to remember is the first number and the rest is easy. The sensation of receiving a blow job from a voluptuous, sexy woman, while I am watching my even sexier wife enjoying pleasuring her cunt lips with her tongue is to die for.