This was easily accomplished as she was wearing a white miniskirt with no panties underneath.Her nipples were hardening- easily seen through her sheer...braless tube top.She reclined the seat and inserted one, then two, then three fingers..OMG this felt wonderful!!! She imagined how HARD those young dicks could get with the expert attention her hands and mouth could give!She closed her eyes and felt the rush of a wonderful orgasm sweep through her body! Unknown to her- an errant pass went off. “I taste pussy, mum?... Lucy?... or... Chrys?”“Hang on your Chrys?” Tom replied shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening shaft in her mouth.“I never actually said I was Chrys... Mmm... Slurp” The kitten that was now admitting she was Clair continued to enjoy sucking on Tom, although her claws now tweaked at his buttocks, warning him not to move.“But that was the inference... Oh well, never mind... I’m going to have to learn to tell you kittens apart.” Tom. That wouldn’t be fair, too directly sexual. She’d let him decide the outcome, because if talking was all that remained, in the privacy of her bedroom she could masturbate to the climax she so badly wanted. And, heaven knows in the last two years she had some practice at wanking her clitoris to a climax with her fingers. She would go to him. She quickly took off her damaged bra and dirty panties, opened the draw of her beside cabinet where she kept her underwear. No time to choose, her hand. The rest of the day passed quietly with no further incidents. There was no sign of the Hatchett at dinner; indeed there was no sign of her car either. The table naturally was all agog with gossip about the incident, though I remained above it, simply stating the matter was in the hands of Mrs Goodfried. Truth be told, I didn’t know myself how Mrs Goodfried had handled it and was loath to speculate on any outcome, save that it was a pretty serious breach of the school behavioural code as regards.