My name is Sally and I’m an English teacher in a private school for boys in the Oxfordshire countryside. I’m 32 years old, curvy, 5’ 8" and have...long straight strawberry blond hair. I have bright green eyes and lots of freckles all over my body. My boobs are 36C and my hips are quite wide. My friends say I’m good looking and I have no difficulty in picking men up. Boyfriends do not tend to last too long though as I get bored easily and like my independence.The school I work in is a weird place.. My tongue drifted toward it slowly. I felt his body trembling underneath me as my lips slipped closer and closer to it. The sweat here was stronger, but in no way unpleasant, and I lapped it up. Then I flicked my tongue over his hole – just a faint touch – and he let out a deep moan. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God, do it again.” The more I pressed into his hole, the more verbal he became, yelling out obscenities, urging me to probe deeper and deeper. “Please… oh, fuck… I'm gonna cum soon… please… don't...”. By the end of the day Sally was the only one left to see and while l waited for her l hitched my skirt up and slipped a gloved finger in my wet pussy and through familiarity soon found my clit and was flicking it with my gloved finger l felt my orgasm hit me and a knock on the door came just at that moment, l composed myself and called for the person to come in, it was Sally and she walked in looking sweet and innocent in her school uniform except for the glint in her eye and the smile that. Sure we would kill them in huge numbers and a blocking force of two hundred marines would kill more than ten thousand attacking Sa'arm. It sounds great until you realize that a small Sa'arm attack was fifty to one hundred thousand warriors. It didn't matter that we would kill thousands, they still overran the position and usually killed the majority of the defenders.Colonel Yarnway and Major Lynch didn't realize that because they refused to actually watch the battles.It was disheartening and.