I double her over, and supporting weight on the sofa, I slide her more on the cushions. I try to gage her feelings from her eyes, but they were closed...tightly. I change the rhythm of my strokes, making longer and my thrusts harder. The sofa banged the end table knocking over the lamp, but I wasn’t going to get off her, even by gunpoint. I dropped her legs off my shoulders and leaned back and pulled her ass up off the sofa into my thrusts. My cock felt like an extremely sensitive hot metal rod.. “I will hang that for you properly later. Just now, my hands are full!” I scooped her up this time with each of my hands cupping her corresponding bum cheeks. She was now clad in only the delicate lace green and red lace of her bra and knickers and the pair of thigh-high stockings I had bought her especially for this evening. Never forgetting the mistletoe dangling above my face, I continued to kiss her as I lay her down on the bed. Kissing her cheek and neck and down to the top of her breast. When she would bend down to pick up a shirt, her blouse would fall open and I could see part of a tit and her bra. My cock got so hard at the sight of this I was worried about puncturing one of those old planks.I backed up a bit from the wall and unbuttoned my pants. My cock was long and hard as my hand wrapped around it. I slowly stroked it as she hung up a shirt, and when she bent down to get another, I picked up the pace, jacking my cock, while I got a straight look at her underwear and part. I shuddered as she stroked me. I finally twisted the fastener and undid her bra while I felt the four other staff member watching.“Are you really going to let hem do this?” asked the dean. “Here.”“Well...” The president bet her lip.“Stacie's in the Program,” said the guidance counselor. “She's demonstrating something at school. I think this fall fully with thin the rules.”“And it's not because you love watching barely legal futas having sex?” muttered the dean.“Hush,” the guidance counselor.