“Alright Class!” our teacher Mr Batelli said in a commanding voice as he walked in. He was about 6 foot 4 with Dark hair that was parted, and the sides kept short. He had olive skin because I am pretty sure that he was Italian. His gray eyes were something that would catch me off guard whenever I was able to look into them. He was a fit man that always had clothes that accentuated his indian physique. Today was a gray collared shirt that was not tucked in but lay right at his belt line. He had a brown belt with black slacks. And his shoes were brown and a little pointy at the end. They were shiny and had hard soles so you could hear him walking around the room. “Is everyone here?” he asked as he scanned the room. Mr Batelli now just asked us ‘is everyone here’ when he walked in and it was our responsibility to tell him. One time, he asked and we all said yes. He scanned the room and saw that someone was missing, and he lost it. He was intimidating. Mr Batelli was ex-military and he took role call very seriously. So now a days we do not say yes unless we were absolutely sure that everyone was there. “Yes Mr Batelli.” We all said in unison. He completed his scan and sat down at his desk. “Ok………. Who remembers what we were going to do today?” He says as he is looking down at the lesson plan. “Sex Education.” We all drone together trying to stifle our laughs. “That’s right. Sex Education.” He said with a bit of a grumble in his voice. “The way they have this all set up is horrible. It doesn’t teach you anything that you don’t already know. I wish I could set up a lesson for this myself that was a little more educational.” He finished his sentence and bounced his palm off the desk twice and stood up. The way he moved was always just mesmerizing to me. You could hear his hard-soled shoes walking around the room, but he seemed like he just floated from place to place. He shoulders broad and commanding your attention, and his large hands would be at his side or tucked into his belt. He was just a symbol Big Tits of authority in every way. “I have thought about this long and hard….” He pauses and lets out an irritated breath as we snicker a little. “There are a few ways that we can do this. I think what I am going to do is bring out the ole skeleton softcore and use it as a model of sorts.” Once the skeleton is out in the middle of the room. He begins the lesson. He starts with pointing at the skeleton’s hips and talking about the vagina and ovaries. There is no shortage of giggling throughout everything that he was covering. He would just look at the ground when the giggling got to loud. We would all quiet down quickly and then he would continue. This probably went on for about 10 to 15 minutes before he just stood up and pushed the skeleton across the room. At this point, all ideas of escape were gone. She could hold her boobs with her hand, but she needed her hands to hold her backpack tight while running and it wasn’t fare anyway. Frank Big Tits stood. Would you like the head or the tail?” Lyn asked. “ Apocalyptic. Weakened from her orgasm. I wanted to find out before we went on, but your eagerness is pleasing to me.” Either Megan was in a mood or she definitely liked this position, because her skin felt noticeably hot to the touch. She pushes it across the table to me. On it was an softcore address and time with specific directions: Drink plenty of water 48 hours before the ceremony. WILLOWBUD I lightly traced my fingers up and down her back and arms. It was the same sexy floral sundress she’d worn on the day they went to the track. The queens' lips worked together, their tongues dueling. And Bea's vagina is also wider, and much longer, than one would expect to find on a woman of her small stature. "Quite the hot time there, eh?" “The most?” Salvador asked me. “That creates a bit of a victim-blaming atmosphere, don’t you think?” Yes or no?" To his amazement on the next in-stroke she forced her mouth to indian take his entire shaft into her mouth and held there and sucked firmly once again drawing a deep moan from him.