At the same time his other hand had moved farther up her thigh and now his knuckles were grazing her very soft pussy folds making her twist and wiggle...against his hand. Slowly, one of his very long fingers ran into her kitty hole along her cunt cleft probing much deeper in her drenched honey pot. Alexa hurriedly bucked against his hand as he slipped another finger into her and began the fucking moves of in and out with both the fingers. She was loving it but she thought, it was not fair to. It wasa hot day – it was hotter than anyone had expected, butthe outfit had to be worn – the long sleeve dress.Luckily it was a light beige colour, suitable for thehot weather. She had wondered whether it would be cold, and decidedif it was, she would wear a shawl with it. She wouldn’tneed a shawl! She would need little else, and decidedthat she would only wear a lacy thin bra, and risk notwearing any panties – she would carry some in herhandbag in case, but it was so. Mr. Lovell was the youngest teacher the school had been able to get their mitts on in a long time. He had been fresh out of college when he had arrived two years ago, at the ripe young age of twenty-three. Now, he was the even riper age of twenty-five, and he certainly looked it; his brown hair was trimmed and neat, his angular face bearing signs of only the thinnest amount of stubble, his hazel eyes sharp in the light. And that was just his face.Sticking to the teacher dress code, he was often. I had collapsed onto the bed, coughing and gasping. Shelia had stepped back, Mike got off the bed and over to the night stand, he turned on some EDM music and grabbed the bottle of lube. It was one of those squirt pump bottles, I laid there on my stomach. “Ok boy, you know what fucking time it is, now pump a good amount of lube on this dick boy, the more the better for you and then rube that lube all over that hole of yours.” Mike barked. Defeated I sat up grabbed the bottle of lube from.