Russell was hooked. Perfectly hooked ... In English that week, she could feel a sexual tension beginning to build between them. She began to tease him... While he was reading or speaking she'd sigh and shake out her hair and lean forward slightly. If eye contact was made she'd wink at him, loving watching him blush. But she didn't want another wasted year of flirting, she wanted to fuck him!Another torturous, flirting week later, Mr. Russell allowed the class to have a relaxed day where they were. I giggled. "You made the mess. YOU clean it up." It's beautiful ... Can I?" As long as it doesn't leave scars, you can do anything you want..."He dabbed the leakage, then his fingers ... Oh, yes, I'm slick. Primed, too. His fingers. He's touching me, tracing the outline, making me quiver. His fingers brush from my meager pubic hair downward along the lips, then a finger insinuates itself between those lips. He traces between them, upward to... "Yessss!" I hiss. I hear Cindy's voice saying 'tell. “Don’t stop. Keep riding me,” he moans while he fingers himself. I try to get back into it, but I’ve never seen him finger himself. I’m not really into anal, and as far as I know, Carl hasn’t been either. I don’t know where this is coming from, but if he gets hard, maybe he can finally fuck me.“Yes,” he moans. “Please. Fuck me, fuck me in the ass, Reyna. Yes! Please! Fuck me, Reyna!” he shouts.My whole body locks up. I climb off him and away from him as small spurts of pathetic cum from his. Straight after the few odd jobs l promised my wife, l went to see Iris who answered the door completely naked, her small saggy tits hang down and the thick greying bush of hair between Iris’s legs glistened, l asked what had she been up to, Iris confessed to using gel because she had been using her vibrator. I lifted one of her tits and sucked the nipple she rubbed her hand against my crutch “mmm can l have this” she asked, l didn’t reply just carried on sucking her small deflated tit. I was.