The French Mistress smiled and nodded at her.“Of course, Natalie. I think he really enjoys that – like almost all men do. He certainly likes me su...king his cock and squirting in my mouth,” Wendy replied, licking her lips.“And he certainly had some unexpected fun with Rachel!” she laughed loudly.The three female teachers continued to chat for about half an hour and, once they had all emptied their glasses of wine, Mrs. Taylor got up from her armchair and adjusted her long-sleeved violet satin. ‘With a pencil, too. Say, that reminds me. Rookie!’ ‘Yes sir!’ ‘Do you know how a mathematician gets rid of constipation?’ ‘No, sir!’ ‘Works it out, with a pencil.’ Stone cold silence. ‘So, you get it?’ ‘No, sir.’ ‘Where do they did up these morons,’ Acheson moaned. Denison shrugged. ‘He’s not too bad, Ben.’ But not as good as you were, she said to herself. She and Amy Breedlove and Acheson had become inseparable halfway through their Academy class, and for a while there had been even money on. He never says a word, his mouth dropped wide open. Donna told him now will you shut up about it, and went over and finished the dishes. As she was doing the dishes he was sitting there watching her ass and telling her what he'd do to her if he ever got his hands on her and shit like that. She just kept telling him to keep talking. Apparently the dirty talk must have turned her on because when we got home we fucked like rabbits. After that Donna would just clean his whole trailer nude. She told. I started to read my evening paper as I often did on these trips but found the light too dim to enjoy it very much. It was late evening but not late enough for the overhead lights to be on in the coach. I looked out the window again as we approached the last stop out of the city. It was then I spotted the two young men standing expectantly at the corner. They, too, waved to make sure the driver spotted them and stopped.They too approached the rear of the bus,one plopping into a window seat two.