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Something I had gotten into the habit of doing when Betty picked up Wu. I couldn't get the smell of the cantaloupes out of my head and was wondering if Betty would mind me snacking on one while she was gone. After the conversation, Betty came to the couch and kneeled down beside it. I started tensing up. As much as I knew it would happen, I dreaded it. When she said, "Please don't go," I was a bit relieved. I thought that meant that she would pick up Wu and she didn't want me to leave while she was gone. Then I felt her lay her hand on my thigh, just below the bottom of my shorts. I nearly jumped. It was as though she had pricked me with a needle. In six months of lessons, we had touched very little. Though we often sat next to each other, the contact was little more than the occasional brushing of shoulders. Adding to the head of the room, her hand seemed to burn my thigh. "Wu, must work late," she said. I couldn't explain how, but the expression on my face changed and Betty added (again), "Please don't go." With the second comment, she slid her hand up the leg of my shorts. I was wearing boxers, so as her hand traveled it glided along my thigh, to my hip onto my penis. For some reason it was as though I was in intensive care, with all my functions being monitored. I could feel the instant increase in my heart rate as it thumped against my sternum. Her stealth-like hand moved to my penis before it could react, but once she touched me the reaction was radical. I started to protest, "Betty..." but as her hand continued move and her name came out as an endearment. I felt as though I was in a thunderstorm. Her actions were amazingly exciting, yet filled with sparks Interracial Gangbang Video Homemade Interracial Gangbang my shoulders at one point and drew me closer. When he kissed me his tongue went into my mouth and I accepted it. We turned to each other; his hand went to one of my tits and felt it up. Nervously I put my hand on his crotch and felt an enormous cock swelling there. We kept kissing and I was getting even hornier, thinking of that black log under my hand. Slowly, Todd maneuvered me over until I was on his lap, my legs straddling him and his cock pressing against my pussy. I had to put my hands on his shoul- der to steady myself and Todd opened my top. My big boobs tum- bled out and he fondled them, stroking each tit down to the nipple. He began gyrating his hips under me and I felt that cock growing harder. "Let's fuck," he whispered into my ear. I wanted to, really bad. But I wanted Larry to know it. I reluctantly pulled myself from Todd's lap and went to Larry, who had been watching. As a matter of fact, most of the people there had been watching! I told Larry what Todd wanted. My husband smiled at me knowingly and nodded. "Right there," he said. "Now." 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Unfortunately, she might have felt she seemed to have little influence over Wu when it came to his job. All this came to a boiling point the first week in August. Betty and I were working had been working on pronunciation for the better part of an hour. As it is very often in teaching a language you, try to make learning as fun as possible. This is for both the student and the teacher. We were playing with words that end in 'lope.' Do antelopes eat cantaloupes? Can you mail an antelope in an envelope? Though it might seem someone juvenile humor, Betty and I were laughing each time one or the other made up another ludicrous image. Humor aside, this was also a learning experience. I have found that, unless an ESL student works in a restaurant (and many do), their vocabulary doesn't include many foods that they eat every day. They will know how to say 'carrot' in Chinese, but not English. Also, the more you play with words the more you learn about your student. In this case, Betty was learning what a cantaloupes was, but surprised me when she said, "The antelope looks at a cantaloupes under the microscope." But the more I thought about it, I remembered Betty had studied biology, so it should be no surprise she knew what a 'microscope' was. Then there was a phone call and a terse conversation. When Betty hung up she quietly said that Wu would be very late. When I asked her how long, she said she couldn't say. I didn't want Betty to think I was mad at her, but I was furious. I stood up, said I had to leave and left. A week later Wu called and told me Betty was wondering if I would be back. I had cooled off greatly which was unfortunate, since Betty was the Blacks On Blondes Planetsuzy stairway to where the bedrooms were. As soon as I was on the bed my legs were spread. Barry rubbed his cock up and down my open pussy and then slid it in. I felt wonderful, filled with black cock. 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