Her door was cracked and it was quiet but small sounds caught his ear, the sounds of a woman being pleasured. Chantal had no idea that her door was st...ll open. She had taken a shower with the help of one of the nurse assistants and had climbed into bed, hoping for a good night’s sleep. But sleep eluded her. Being in a new place was certainly unsettling but she was very surprised to find that was bothering her the most was Martin’s kiss. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed her and. As I suck his cock deep into my mouth, I feel a pair of hands, sliding over the cheeks of my ass, under my little pvc skirt, I push my ass out to invite more attention, as I do I feel one hand slide between my thighs, opening my legs his fingers immediately hook my panties out of the way. In seconds I feel gentle pressure of his fingers on my tight hole making me gasp as he worms his finger into me, opening me up for the first time, still with my mouth full of hard cock, first one then two. All pretty hard stuff. I don't teach there anymore because I teach at the big kid's school, but I've still got lots of friends there."When I moved to the big school, some years ago, I met a girl there who was being treated very mean by her mummy and daddy. Her name is Tammy. It used be Tammy Scholes, but now it's Tammy Palmer. That's because I made her my daughter as well. They treated her so mean that she didn't want to do any schoolwork and acted pretty dumb."She asked me, because I was one. You specialise more at degree level and I think most people actually find it less demanding than A-levels." Are you doing languages like Stevie, Fran?" asked Paul."Yes. My mother is half-Spanish, so I was brought up with that and English, which made A-levels and this course easier; and once you know one of the Romance languages, the others come easier. How about you two?" I was never very good with languages: Stevie's the family linguist! I did French until I was fourteen, but then I dropped.