The thing with the pool boy doesn't get me hot. It's the subsequent story, concerning Becki's son's friend, that gets me hard. One time the friend went over to the Falwells to practice band. He stayed the night. While he was in bed, Becki Falwell came in, crept into his bed and sucked his dick. She continued to text him, offering him gifts and giving him advice on his looks. Finally (maybe), after he rejected her advances, she texted, "Maybe time will heal whatever wounds that I have caused and your Christian heart will allow you to forgive me." Wow -- nothing like a fervent belief in God to use an excuse to whore!
Not that I would have minded if I were that kid. Or maybe I would. See, I have read that this really is not a "hot for teacher" case because the kid is young and scared and the cheating cougar holds the power in the dynamic. Guess I can't relate. If I were in that situation, I would not be embarrassed at all that the wife of the president of the university I attend fucks me.
Besides, look at her. Sure, there are hotter MILFs -- in porn! If you're really honest with yourself, really-really-really honest with yourself, in terms of married wives in their early forties (which she was when the dick-sucking happened), wouldn't Becki Falwell be at least a 7, if not an 8? And would you throw her out of bed if those lips locked around your stiff college-age cock? Fuck, I wouldn't! I mean, come on!
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