She had a cut-off tank top and panties on, which hugged her curves rather nicely. Her breasts were pushing the tank top away from her belly, accenting...the lack of cloth covering her body.She walked back to the couch and sat down to watch. From where I was, I couldn't see the movie, but she was quickly engrossed in what was being shown on the screen.I couldn't see her reactions quite as well as I would have liked so I turned my telescope from the heavens and trained it on the angel in the house. Soon she was drinking the combination of melted ice and my juices from my pussy. With a long lick the length of my body her mouth was meeting with mine, her cold tongue and lips verses my hot tongue and lips, plus, added to it, the taste of my pussy on her mouth. I pulled her tight to me as she pressed down on me harder. I love kissing her. She broke from our kiss and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup. With a naughty smile she started squirting it on my breasts, down my tummy, and on my wet. I thought of myself as any normal guy."How'd it go, Coach?" Sarah was the first to ask the next day."I don't want to talk about it," Coach said."Bad?" probed Sarah."He was a jerk. He just wanted to hear himself talk." Did he make a move on you?" Sarah got to the heart of what the girls wanted to know."I didn't give him the chance," tersely replied Coach."That stinks," Sarah said trying to sympathize."Better luck with the next guy," chimed in Angela.Not hearing the early questions Samantha. Finally, it is time for lunch and we are given the afternoon to meet with our teaching partners to make sure everyone in their respective departments are on the same page.After getting my lunch, I go over and ask, “Hello Ms. Johnson, may I join you?”“Of course Mr. Bradley, please take a seat.”“Thank you, Ms. Johnson.”“We need to go over our curriculum for the rest of this semester, Ms. Johnson.”“Of course, Mr. Bradley.”“I will meet you in our office, after I speak to the principal.”Lunch is.