After the belt it was the button and then the zipper. Jerome was still struggling for his breath, but wasn’t this what he wanted? She pushed him, ge...tly, backwards against a table that was behind them. The unbuttoning of his trousers exposed his Y fronts which were at this point pulsating. Like an something waiting to be freed from a cage, or a sprinter waiting to get out of the blocks, his cock pressed forwards against the fabric of his underwear desperate to be released. And then she let it. Mick too could hold out no longer, and his own cock exploded with the biggest stream of cum he had ever achieved, hitting the side of the door and running down it in a serious of obscene rivulets. As his breathing calmed down to a more normal level, he watched as Miss Ford gave Mr Johnson’s wilting cock one last lick as she tucked it back into his trousers. “Time’s getting on” she said with a smile. “My girls will be wondering where I’ve got to if I don’t hurry up”. She stood up, her breasts. " I stammered. "Isn't it time, uh, for... " It's time," she said as her cool hand made its way down the left side of my neck and took hold of my robe. By now I was in a painful agony, and she seemed determined to complete my shame by pulling my robe completely open. I closed my eyes, embarrassed deeply, feeling the coolness of the air against my thin pajamas as she pulled both sides of my robe open.I heard a quick intake of breath and opened my eyes to see her leaning forward, her lips moist,. But as the summer went on he bacame a member of the Football, Tennis and Hocky teams. All the better as far as I was concerned as he had three different kits for me to sniff and lick after he had been playing. Blue top,shorts and socks for football, white t shirt shorts and gym socks for tennis and Blue top and white socks for hockey. One Saturday, Martin turned up at my house and we went up to my room. He had some presents for me. I sat down as he took out a pair of school girls white.