"what the hell are you doing Erica?" he rudely asked. "making you feel like the king you are". i said referring to what he said to me months before. h... looked into my eyes. "you fucking bitch.." he said with a straight face, trying not to grin.. he picked me up and pinned me against the wall. my back slammed into the cold tile wall . i bit my lower lip. "mmmm" i moaned in excitement. he ran his hands up and down my thighs. Lloyd leaned in then kissed me hard and full of lust. this kiss was. As you pull you slowly enter me. Your head rolls back and I am able to get my head free and lick and kiss your adams apple up to your chin. You thrust yourself into me several times and you bite and suck on my neck and shoulders. Leaving more marks that I can see and if I wear the right clothes you can see when a shoulder slips. I wrap my legs around your waist allowing your cock to go deeper into me. Your head is hitting deep inside. Places I can’t even reach. And you start to feel my walls. Patterson walked around and had Millie stand up and remove her blouse. She was wearing a lycra bra that offered absolutely no support for the 34c cup breasts that easily over powered the thin material. "Just as she thought," commented Andrea, "your chest is far to large for such a flimsy garment!" Millie hung her head, a little ashamed that she was not taking better care of her breasts. "Take off you bra, c***d," ordered her teacher, "and we'll find out exactly what size you should be wearing!". One of the lady’s was Celia she was 71, a little chubby, black shoulder length hair, wearing a blue top and jeans. Her late husband was the brother of the other lady. She’d been alone for seven years. I must say she was quite attractive and I wouldn’t have said she was 71 she looked younger, a lot younger. As we talked I suggested she and I go somewhere to kill some time.As they looked at each other Celia asked why and I replied “I think you know why”, as I went to Donna and told her I was.