"Why don't you write your solution out on the whiteboard?" Okay." She seemed a little hesitant as I perched on the edge of my desk, my short skirt rid...ng up to show the tops of my thigh-high stockings and the straps of my garter belt.She talked as she wrote out her math. "Well, the square of 3 is 9 and the square of 4 is 16."A wet, smacking noise filled the classroom. I smiled. Miss Sullivan and Mr. Fairburn were vigorously making out. Mr. Fairburn's hand slipped under her blouse and was. She smiled, “Yes!” I pressed oh so gently and slowly filled her with solid meat until my crotch ground against her clit.Her nipples dug into my chest like little bullets, our lips entwined. We fitted together like two parts of a whole. It was fucking perfect.“No kissing,” she said.I held her cheeks and forced my tongue between her lips, “Nnnnng” she said but then her tongue was in my mouth, “Fuck me,” she insisted, “Harder!”I continued to ease myself in and out in a gentle rhythm, “Harder, are. Look, just shut up and suck me he said, wrapping his hands round the back of my head and pulling me forwards so that my lips were just touching the tip of his cock. Lick it he ordered. I began licking and sucking, shaking with adrenaline and disbelief at what was happening. I crouched on my hands and knees before him, my bare ass in the air as he pulled his hands through my hair. Use your hands. He said. I lifted my head and moved my hands towards him. No, keep sucking. I paused to concentrate. Strong shoulders and a flat tummy but still with those big pubescent green eyes that sparkle with innocence. A little man destined for abuse.What really keeps drawing Eyes' attention though is his wet crotch. His soaked shorts cling enticingly to his body, which maddeningly outlines his sexuality. Eyes lustfully and cruelly stares at his little package that he is sporting so proudly, as rivulets of water poor from under his shorts and down his youthful legs. In his youthful exuberance he has.