I would have taken him right there, he said see you Saturday and walked away. I felt so frustrated. All the way home my cunt dripped thinking of that ...iss. When I got home Jim asked how things went. I told him fine and that we would do this on Saturday. He wanted to know where we were going to meet him and I told him it would be a surprise and a big turn on.On Saturday I dressed in a shot dress with a very low neck line, put on my makeup (maybe a littler over board because Jim said I looked. The sooner I was home the better. PrppppppptI nearly gagged. My sausage casings were not containing these farts at all and, soon enough, my activities were noticed by the grump behind the wheel. I could see his nose twitch in the rearview mirror and eventually, his eyes shot up to take my oh so innocent appearance in with some considerable accusation "Have you farted?"I tried to look surprised, but it didn't work. I could feel another brewing at that very moment. I shrugged and batted my. I didn't just have some sort of wet dream or nightmare. I only took Art Class as a fun fill-in to my other studies. How had I ended up with a big sticky mess in my pants? What the fuck had I just done? How is what just happened going to affect me from this point forward? Mrs Ingley knows pretty much what happened in her class and I could only guess what she thought she saw. Bloody hell! I’m only 17 and I could be ruined! What was she going to do and who was she going to tell? The headmaster? My. She took him in her mouth, again, but, too soon, she felt his jerk. "Let me cum. I'm ready to get some of your pussy." he requested. She doubled down on him, and, soon, he was squirting his baby gravy into her mouth. She sucked him quickly, emptying his gonads. He filled her mouth, and some dripped down on to his legs and stomach. She swallowed everything, and licked every drop off of him. She had laid a wet towel in reach, so she used it to wipe hes stomach and legs, then her own face.She.