In a way you felt sorry for her. Even to the point of trying to pay attention yourself. The class, a mixture of senior boys and girls, would much rath...r joke around and play on their phones.You notice your teacher wiping her brow, then quietly pleading to the class to try and focus for the remaining half of the hour. Her blue eyes meet yours, seeming hopeful to have at least one student listening to her.Stacy Bickler was one of the younger teachers at Westside High. Her face, and body for that. I woke up sometime during the night and turned the machine off and gotinto bed.It was almost nine o'clock before I woke up that Easter morning and ittook me several minutes before I realized that I better get back toCarol and see what I could find out now that we would be going out ofthe house; I knew I could find out something.They were just getting dressed when I melded. Both of them were almostdressed being in their white tights, lace trimmed undershirts andunderpants. Nanny was holding. Reclining her seat back just enough so she can still see out, I set to work licking her to an orgasm, her legs as wide apart as the car will allow, I had one finger fucking her love tunnel while sucking on her clit“Shiiiit”“What’s wrong”“Nothing just me getting excited”I have a good rhythm going with my finger and she begins to moan, sucking more on her clit did it. My finger starts to squelch in and out of her pussy“Fuck, fucccck”Keeping going I lick her warm juice“Fuck”Then her skirt came. My breath stops… I feel your tongue trace my soaking slit and your fingers spread my lips. My body quivers as you stab your tongue into my pussy and lick up to my throbbing clit. I scream as you bite down on that sweet little nub and flick it. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, please,” I scream. You hum on my clit and that sends me over the edge. Wave after wave of bliss washes over me. You lower your mouth and lap up all my sweetness. You moan as my pussy spasms around your tongue and you fuck me.