Clare spread her thighs slightly in invitation. I used my right hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear as I looked deeply into her eyes. They wer... soft and full of joy and the colour of the midday sky reflected on a sparkling sea. Somehow, being naked in the office of the head of the music department made the whole situation all that more exciting. Maybe is was the possibility, remote as it was, of being discovered or simply because it was on the grounds of a Catholic High School but. .." She wraps her arms around and then she plants her lips on the small of my neck. Here's where it starts to get really interesting. The first few times I wasn't totally sure, but now I have come to expect it. This is no ordinary kiss on the neck she always gives me. It's fucking WET. I feel like, spit from her lips slowly drying on my neck EVERY TIME she is done. Her lips only touch my neck for a second, but long enough to transfer some of her bodily fluid on to a very sensitive area. "Oh! You poor kid!" Charlie said. "I'm cold myself and I've got all this clobber on." I'm just about coping, thanks, Charlie. I'll be able to hang on until the Consul gets here and sorts this out. You have got in touch with the Embassy, I hope?" First thing I did when I heard about all this. Trouble is I only got hold of the Duty Clerk. Bad time of night to be trying to raise any of those desk-bound wallahs. No one in authority expected until nine. That's two more hours before they hear about. ” that was all I needed to hear. I pulled from her sopping wet pussy and slide up to her puckered hole. I heard a soft gasp as the tip of my cock made contact and she braced herself. I couldn’t help but groan as I slowly slide a few inches up into her asshole. “More Daddy. I want it all. I want ever inch up my ass. Shove that fat cock up my ass!” her wish was my command. I pushed forth until I was buried, ball deep, up Brittany’s ass. It was euphoric as I slowly pumped my length in and out,.