I was so ashamed of all this that I wanted to sink through the ground.When I came home, I sat down in the kitchen with a bottle of wine to think about...how I should continue to live with this,as I was seen by 10 people.As a result, finishing a bottle of wine, I began to excite the thought that they might then jerk off on me, introducing me.And to be desired by any woman is above all praise.And I decided that I would pretend that nothing had happened.And the next day I went to work with a calm. I looked at everyone, my face covered with sticky goo while the principal turned around to shove his penis into his pants. We had been caught having sex by a couple of the employees, my c***dren and other students who had witnessed our short little sexual foray in graphic detail. The secretary pulled the door closed about 30 seconds later and we were once again alone. “OH Fuck!” was all Mr. Stephenson said as I looked for something to wipe the jizz off of my face. I was embarrassed for my. The look upon her face is what my eyes were riveted on, her eyes and the look on her face show only pure unrestained pleasure and her need to be fucked. You want to be fucked now dont you ? i asked "oh god yes" she replied. yes wot ? "yes i want to be fucked so bad". She reached behind her and helped him guide his thick shaft deep insider her hungry wet pussy. He pushed his thumb into her arsehole and was pushing it in and out, in and out as he fucked. She was easily recognizable, not by the crowd of mourners surrounding her, but by the detailed description he had given her so many times before. Afraid she might offend or upset her, Polly slipped into what she thought was a restroom, and closed the door behind her. To her shock, it was not the restroom, but the viewing room. Polly thought it was odd that the door had been closed, but assumed it was to not upset the widow. She walked up and saw the open casket, and her former lover lying.