The tickling sensation on the inside of her knee is intense. Not being able to see what he is doing, she has to rely on her other senses. She has alwa...s been very tactile, and his touch is teasing and powerful, causing her to writhe and gasp in pleasure. His tongue continues drawing pictures along her inner knees and thighs. Her legs move, trying to get away from the intensity. She tries to beg him to change what he is doing, yet is only able to moan and whimper in crazed desire. Slowly, he. "I smiled. "We can't have that, now can we, Mr. Hayes. No, something a friend said has me curious. Why did you have me read Sonnet 91 yesterday?" Would you believe quid pro quo?" Not for a minute," I replied, still smiling.Mr. Hayes sighed. "I thought not. Okay, it was obvious from the way you asked to move that the trouble in paradise wasn't your choice. I happen to think that you and Miss Harmon are a very good couple. Good for each other and good for this town. I've been teaching here a long. A few seconds later she walked back in, handed me a cold fresh beer, and then sat down beside me on the sofa."Just try it!" she said.So, I opened the bottle, and took a big gulp of the cold refreshing liquid, took a moment to savor it, and then replied "Nope, still not feeling better!" "Well then" she said, "Maybe this will!" and then she reached over and began undoing my trousers, before reaching in and pulling out my limp cock.I sat looking completely lost and confused, and then she wrapped. ‘Alright?’ he asks, but he turns away before I answer.He removes his jacket and throws it haphazardly on thesofa and walks over to face me. He kisses me, a forcefulkiss that pushes me backwards. I reach out to him tosteady myself. Instantly he pushes my hand down to feelhis groin, he is hard. I like it that within moments of himseeing me he is aroused. I run my hand along the innerseam of his jeans, his kissing becoming deeper and deeper,his tongue encircling mine, I can taste the coffee, at.