Working her tongue over the entire length of my shaft. Her hands payed close attention to my balls when she had my entire shaft in her mouth. All I co...ld do was lay back and say “Oh my god, oh my god”. I had my hands on her head, holding on and pulling her down to get my cock deeper and deeper. I was amazed that she could so much in her mouth, how is that even possible? But I wasn’t complaining. It felt like it went on forever, but soon I felt myself building up harder and harder. Every time. As expected we were able to do this totally unchallenged. In the car park was a large Volvo with darkened windows. One of the goons respectfully held open a rear door and I helped Mr Foster in before joining him in the back. Both men clambered into the front and, without fuss and well within the speed limit, we pulled away from the hospital grounds.As the car travelled along, I pulled a soft sports case out from under the seat and. stripping off my uniform, dressed in causal jeans and a polo. And, to go along with our skirts, girls have to wear knee-high white socks and mary janes. A lot of girls (myself included) love the uniforms when they're slut-i-fied. Seriously, it's like the administration was asking for perverted Catholic school girl fantasies. They're so removed from the world of sex and porn that they've probably never even heard of such a thing. I'm actually one of the few short-skirted girls who's still a virgin. It's not because I want to be. . . I'm just waiting for. After meeting Tiffany's boyfriend Duane, I found myself wishing more and more that I, too, could find some one like Duane; but where would I do that? I was in my mid-to-late 50's, for gods sake! It wasn't very likely that a guy Duane's age would find me sexually attractive. It seemed too late for any of that now. But then...a very interesting thing happened that changed that significantly. My daughter suggested that I should meet a friend of Duane's, a guy by the name of Tyrone, who, though.