I said, “I’m sorry I came unprepared. It won’t happen again.”“Here we go,” he said as we walked into the supply room. “Looks like you’...l have to make do with this,” he said, handing me a yellow legal pad, “and these,” plopping a small box of a dozen pre-sharpened pencils on top.“Thank you,” I simply said, not quite sure of how to interpret his emotions.“Do you have your class schedule?”“Yes, sir. I got it yesterday when Mr. Jonas and I worked it out in the counselor’s office.”“Good. You better. In the immediate instance I had the uttermost respect for my son because he had chosen first class pussy for his bride.Tennille’s body was completely open and defined for sex. Her pink lips wrapped around my hard thrusting pecker. Her breasts were soft mounds of available enjoyment as I groped under her bra for a good handful.Hell penetration had never felt so good. We created our own urgent stunning cock and pussy definition. Immediate sexual delight. Immediate bodily response from two.. She pressed down and got a small amount on her hand. She slowly pressed the lotioned hand on my cock. It was cold but felt amazing. I watched the stranger finger herself with one hand and squeeze her breast with the other as my wife began furiously jerking me off. Both women were speeding up. The squishing sound from my cock would have been funny if I wasn’t so turned on. I could feel the moment was near. “Oh god,” I whispered. My wife asked the stranger,” you ready?” The stranger kept rubbing. I quickly closed out the story, leaving an opening for the next instalment in the best tradition of 1001 Arabian Nights, then kissed her and slipped silently out the door, through the dorm and downstairs to the teachers' lounge at the foot of the stairs. Sometimes I meet Mr Gallows in sick-bay so that we can use the recovery cot, but it means I have to sneak all the way out of the building, so I prefer the lounge even without something comfortable to lie on.Mr Gallows was already there; sitting.