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I know how you boys like them large and soft and bountiful like mine.” They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. There was japanese something missing there. Something I couldn't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly. I had to focus. I was here to teach my boys. “Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians?” I asked, my stockings voice a sultry purred. “Oh, that was at the battle of...” Lance furrowed his brow. “The battle of Jena and Auerstedt.” “Yes, that's it,” I moaned. I unclasped my bra. I brought my hands to the front, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulders, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my breasts except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking. “You boys get the next one right, and you're going to see every, last bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eager, doesn't it?” “Fuck, yes, Mrs. Taylor!” Aston moaned. “You're the best fucking teacher ever,” Tommy groaned. “I love you, Mom!” Kenneth moaned. “Ask the question. I want to see those tits.” Courtney gagged. She was just jealous asian that her brother blowjob wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a pair of round breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all. “Okay,” I purred, my pussy molten heat. “Final question. Where was Napoleon exiled?” “That's such a fucking easy one,” muttered my daughter. “Saint Helena!” shouted Paul as Rich cried out, “The island of Saint Helena!” After a moment, as I hilted myself inside her, she pulled me close with her arms, her legs moving up to wrap around my waist. She said then got up to use the bathroom. With my adjusted uniform, the new fad seemed to be spanking my butt whenever I finish delivering beers to a table. As I gained speed, two guys came up to either side of her. “Ibuprofen.” Some were true, obviously. “Hello, Sgt. Johnson, this is Jill Morgan. I paid the girl and left giving her a big smile. "And just what's wrong with flowers and lace." I was on the blowjob verge of drifting off to sleep when I felt a hand on my breast and then its fingers started to massage my nipple. Just because it’s a man lips wrapped around your penis instead stockings of a woman’s does not make it gay. Ohhhh I’m cumming! No more japanese subtle gropes asian in the hallway!