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One day she definitely knew the effect she had on me, even if she hadn’t before. I was writing an essay on The Grapes of Wrath and asked Mrs. B when she came by if a word was spelled correctly. She leaned over, her silky red hair brushing against my cheek and her breast lay against my left shoulder. My cock stiffened instantly—and uncomfortably. Without thinking, I reflexively reached down and maneuvered my throbbing dick into a more comfortable position. It did create a sizable tent pole in my pants that I tried to push down and hide, which only drew attention to my crotch. Mrs. B blushed noticeably, stood up while stifling a laugh and muttered an apology.

Whatever touched the water would begin to corrode and dissolve as if exposed to acid, for that was precisely what was happening. Upon contact with another material, the water would break up into hydrogen and oxygen, which would then bond with the surrounding matter, forcefully dismantling all molecular structures. It was rapid oxidization and acidification, turning regular water into the most corrosive substance in the world.

“Now fuck me,” I whispered in her ear. “Fuck me with that tight ass and make me cum.” Carol started sliding her asshole along my cock, slowly at first then more rapidly as her sphincter relaxed and he felt better. She whimpered but said nothing. I couldn’t last long against Carol’s tight ass. I pushed deep inside. “I’m gonna cum…yeah!” My balls contracted and pulsed a stream of semen into Carol’s bum.“Give it to me Jim. Give me your cum. All of it.”