My sister's rule was that diving wasn't allowed (a wise safety protocol) but the kids enjoyed jumping, some even doing cannonballs. After seeing the c...nfidence exuded by Wendy in my ability to remain a stable platform, the other kids begged to be allowed the same.This afforded me a new opportunity: In order to keep these little exercises safe, I needed to keep my eye on each child as they climbed me, including looking straight up (between their legs) as they straddled my head!I can't tell you. Everyone had been able after awhile to pick up on all the telltale signs after Sara had been fucked that she and whoever they'd seen go off with her had been doing something much more intimate than just talking. Some of the girls she worked with could clearly tell the signs of a horny lusty woman who's just had her pussy eaten and a big thick cock fucking her. It wasn't that hard to tell from the flush on Sara's neck and upper chest when she'd been fucked and was in the afterglow of hot sexual. Dammit Joseph, cum already. The other side of her brain was having a different conversation. ‘What was he waiting for? Did he believe me? Is he going to leave me hanging like this? It would be worse than death not to cum now. Dammit Joseph, bite me, bite me now.’ Joseph was lying there waiting. He knew what she was going through, and he loved it. She talked a tough game, but she was as soft as a bunny rabbit. Then he felt it, and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He bit Sandy’s clit, as soon. "He looked across at her hopefully, and Miranda sat down and arranged the cups and poured the tea."Ahh, that's just what I needed." She sighed after taking a sip of the strong brew. "I've not had a drink since first thing this morning."Peter frowned across at her. "Didn't Mrs Rogers tell you about the little room just at the end of your corridor?"Miranda took another sip of her tea. "We were so busy this morning I never thought to stop and ask ... the poor thing she must be dying for a drink!".