" Technically, it's indecent exposure," the pink-haired girl said. "Plus, nice as that looks, the cops don't take to kindly to your kind around here....You know, gay people?" I don't see how that's the case," Miss K said, looking at the girl closely."I'm mean, she's a girl, and you're a girl, so I mean...you know?"Miss K suddenly unbuckled her belt, then undid her jeans and let them drop, letting her limp, twitching dick hang in the breeze. The pink-haired girl gazed with lust at Miss K's big. " Thank you." Susan opened the door and went into that office. She'd only had to knock once."Mr. Beauchamp was sitting at his desk. He was the school's vice-principal, and as soon as she'd come to school today, he'd asked her to come see him. Susan sat down. She was very surprised to see Mr. Beauchamp sitting there with a mirror in front of him on his desk, and with a razor in his hand. He was shaving. Susan decided she'd better not say anything, though."I hope you'll forgive me for shaving. ..and the longer it would have to rest. Ihad no intention of waiting until I was old and gray before using thestaff again or that fucker would have been eating out of a pet dish forgood.I kicked at the empty pile of clothes again and then bent down to digthrough them. I quickly found his wallet. Though there were no creditcards or ID, not that I was expecting to find either. Guys like thatdidn't usually have credit and I know I didn't carry any ID on me whenI went out to work. However I. She cried out in protest, at my disregard for her permission to enter her body. I repeatedly stabbed my thick cock into her pussy, sliding it along her wet pussy lips, pressing my weight onto her, and crushing the slut's C-Cups against my chest. Barely moving my cock now, I ram it again and again in her, holding her in place with a hand clamped to the top of her head, her silky blonde hair soft in between my fingers as I fucking treat the bitch like the slut she is. Soon I feel my cock tingling.