She came in few minutes and she opened her blouse. Saw her padded inner-wear and unleashed her breasts, which was lovely. I started sucking them and m...an time she was masturbating my cock.She was in a high and I wanted to fuck her. She lay on her table and she gave a smile to go on and I entered her. She started moaning loud she had a small pussy, but tight and hot and she was finding hard to get in and after few strokes. I completely went with her and she was enjoying and controlling her moans. Chandler anymore ammunition to use against us. I turned back to the front and tried to relax, slowly convincing myself that the vice-principle was playing mind games with us and that I wasn't going to succumb.The staccato clip-clip of her shoes striking the floor announced her return from wherever it was she'd been. She entered the room, paused briefly to close the door and then walked around in front of us before resting her derriere on the front of her desk.Without pausing she looked straight. “Err, it’s a good thing, I think. But it is usually guys who say things like that, isn’t it?” Laura replied. Natalie smiled and said, “Not always, love. So when do you get off for lunch?” Laura swallowed a lump. “I… ummmmm have half an hour for lunch; it's at one. It's long enough to get a coffee from the café near the escalators, and read my book. Why do you ask?” “Just making conversation, love. Plus, you have a cute voice,” replied Natalie, making Laura blush some more. “Your total is. I was already dressed in the basque when his text came through. Those words hurt the most, already on the train, there was no talking him out of it. I got undressed, dressed in some casual clothes and went to meet him at the station.We made love. Quiet, uneventful, casual, love! Yes, he was so tender and loving. Too much, actually. My mind kept jumping to where it should have been that night and it wasn’t with him. But, it was only one weekend, there would be others. I told myself – it’s not.