Thus we were sipping beers smoking and were having casual talks about our old daysI reminded her about her ex calling me and informing me about her ma...riage, she told me how bastard he was, he just needed sex every time, though his parents have accepted their relation and all, I complimented her you have become sexier than before, you have gained some extra pound in the right places, she said thank you.We were getting little high, the beers were showing their effect. We both were speaking,. He was almost seventy-five now, but still spry. His background in showbiz and archeology had kept him young-looking and she knew his interest that which had been his life's work was still strong. After her parents had died, Uncle Marcus had been the one to arrange her upbringing, paying for it out of the proceeds he'd gotten from the various discoveries he and her parents had made in the years following the war, plus the radio and TV appearances he'd made over the years, playing the part of. "He always wants to fuck my ass, but I'm a little tight. Maybe this will satisfy him! Of course, if not.. I guess I'll have to loosen up for you guys," she said with a wink and a second finger in her ass, thumb on her clit.It wasn't long before both of us came, him in my ass and me spurting onto her exposed pussy. As we'd fucked over her, she had been moving down beneath us, so that by the time I came she had positioned her pussy perfectly to receive my load. She rubbed it into her slit,. I quickly got out and joined her; together with our heads held high we walked into school. During the ride to school I had decided on a course of action and now put it into play. I put my hand on Candys ass, like I had done in the bookstore, and guided her to the principles office. We tried to ignore the looks our fellow students gave us as we walked down the hall.Phineas K. Bastereo was our esteemed principle. A failed professor, he turned out to be an adequate administrator. He was in his.