His leg muscles showed a clear definition. He was going to squirt a load of cum at any moment. His dick was pointing at his face.“Oh fuck. Oh yes. I...am cuummiinngg! Yes. So good.”I saw a stream shoot from the tip of his dick and land on his face. There were two more to follow. He had his dick near his lips. He opened his mouth and the last stream went right in. I watched his hips drop back in the seat.He stood up to show his cum soaked body. He wiped the cum off his face and walked over towards. Sometimes we stayed on the same side of the net and hit the tennis balls against the wall. Eventually we painted circles on the wall and started trying to hit them with the balls. We got pretty good at hitting what we were aiming at.One day I asked Mom why she didn’t wear those sexy little skirts like the real tennis players wear and like Dad makes Bethany wear.She replied, “Because if I did you have a constant hard-on and then you would be embarrassed.”I said, “No I wouldn’t.”However, I knew. "This is Miss Widely... Mr Johnson." His heart was beating in histhroat as she took his hand and said how pleased she was to meet him.Her skirt was particularly big but exceptionally short for a woman ofher age. She wore a cream satin blouse, with waterfall frills over herbosom."And this is Councillor Welting, who has a lot to do with education."The teacher contained his emotions as he faced a woman with mousey,neatly permed hair and glasses who smiled at him as if reading hissoul. Her bust was. She felt his whiskers on her shoulder as his head leaned forward to gaze at the close scenery. After a bit when she felt his groin against her back begin to swell, she murmured, “There could be a much better one back at your place.”They held hands on the return trip and he took her in his arms as soon as the door closed, then dropped to one knee as she pulled her blouse down and unhooked her front-fastened bra. She watched and felt as he worshipped her sagging fun bags to the point that she had.