Once I was confident that he was looking away, I returned my gaze to Miss Garrad. Today, she was wearing the black knee-length skirt, black tights, he...ls, a plain black shirt with a brown cardigan tied around her waist. Her hair was tied up. Suddenly, the bell rang to signal the end of the day. As my attention was diverted from her, as the mass melee of students made a beeline for the door, I realised with impending dread, I HAD DETENTION THAT DAY! It was given to me by my bitch of a Chemistry. I don’t know what I do if it is a man, but I can’t tell.My cock is being stroked expertly, with the hand running along the length, resting at the end where it tickles the already over-sensitive head before running back down the shaft. It gently lifts my balls as though feeling the weight and a finger slides behind between my legs and then slowly the hand moves back to my cock to stroke the length. The pressure is just right, not too hard but just enough to move the skin and excite the nerves. I. "Hello everybody, my name is Kimber." Hello Lady Kimber" the group of boys and girls in the middle chimed. "I am here with my daighter Kayla. "A rather large girl stood up in the back of the room. She was easily 6 feet tall and looked very different from her mother. She had a very pretty face with luscious lips, large eyes and high cheekbones. She got her looks from her dad's side. Her tits were so large that she held them up in a hard, wired bra with conical cups. Like her mother, she was. And as she left we looked at each other again smiling, pulling each other into ourselves we kissed deeply again. I found my hand lifting her pink sweater top and making its way to her breasts. They were large and magnificent and I pawed it as our tongues danced and our mouths tried to engulf each other. We knew we couldn’t have long so I broke the kiss: “ You know let’s get these guys home and why don’t you come to my place?” I directly asked. “Yeah let me tell my husband I’ll be late.