As the fall semester of my junior year progressed, I added three more female teachers and two female administrators to my list of mates, and it occurr...d to me that I was beginning to develop a 'thing' for older women. High schoolers were good but older women seemed to appreciate my efforts even more.Ms. Irene Waggonner was a 56 year old white haired spinster, frumpy and rotund and not at all the object of my sexual attention. She was a biology teacher and also in charge of the schools. Twice.“Are you alright? Do you want me to get you some water?”I coughed into the crook of my arm, more to have something to do than for need of actually clearing my throat. It was now or never, or so it felt.“Yeah,” I coughed again, “yeah I’m good. Sorry, think I smoked too much. I’m a little lost.”She smiled, and it was a warm smile. Her eyes twinkled in the light of the torches.“Well, what were you going to tell me?”I panicked, then. Something near my brain-stem told me that whatever I had. With her left hand, she was massaging the girth of my lower dick and moving her right hand on my balls. Often, she switched massaging my groin with both hands and then back to my dick. Sometimes she even had both hands on my dick, one on the base and the other moving from the middle of my dick to my dickhead.All this time, she was half-leaning over me. Even though not very deep, I could see inside her blouse. She had a simple cream color bra (same as that of the ISS site interface) and her. " Sandy raised her doe eyes to me and smiled shyly. She was so cute and innocent I almost creamed right there. We all cracked a beer and started drinking. We talked and drank for a nit. I found out that Sandy was 13 like i thought and that Kim had just started high school a few days before and they were both bummed about not being in the same school. While we were sitting there and they both got more and more relaxed with the beer I was able to sneak more and more looks at their beautiful tight.