This was an interesting development.Miss Webster arrived. Her steely eyes roamed around the hallway and a number of students who were hanging around s...ddenly found a reason to be somewhere else. We stayed. Tara and Hannah stayed.Miss Webster glanced between Tara and Hannah. “Is there a problem here?”They looked at each other and then back to Miss Webster.“No, Miss,” they both said in unison.She looked across at the three of us and then back at Hannah and then at Tara. Her eyes were alive with. It wasn't long before she had been driven to an orgasm. She looked around and could see all of the passengers watching her, most with fascination a few with disgust. A couple of male passengers were rubbing their cocks through their pants. At this point she didn't care she was hornier than she ever had been. She took her shirt and bra off and tossed them to the side. He moved to the floor in front of her and grabbed her skirt, she lifted her ass and he removed her skirt and panties tossing. My mother seemed now to be making situations which made our "breast play" more likely to happen. When we had our "breast play" she never touched me sexually and I accepted that what I did to her breasts was my allowance. However, one morning things changed again. I was passing my mum's bedroom to go downstairs when she called me in. She said, "Come in and give me a cuddle Mark". She was half sitting up with pillows behind her and I got in beside her and snuggled up. My attention went. .." Eric moaned. "More ... more..." he said, almost pleading.Sandra nodded and began to slowly bob her head up and down. This apparently wasn't what he had wanted though, as he grabbed the back of her head by the hair and pushed it down with all of his might. At first Sandra gagged, but as her chin slid against his balls she relaxed her throat as she'd learned to do long ago."You're a little fucking whore, you know that? All women are." Eric looked over at Devin. "At least your husband accepts.