Within its silver exterior there were three girls- maybe 19- and they were having what seemed to be the best time of their lives. Singing a song I cou...dn't hear, bopping their heads to the beat, their hair tossing all around- maybe that's why they did it in the first place, the feeling of long, soft hair- enjoying that very moment in a way I honestly couldn't understand. The way guys never understand, because guys don't do that kind of thing. Not together, not in public. And for a moment,. Finally, my cock was free to extend to its fullness, which Sharon took as her queue to begin to lick, starting with the head and slit, down the shaft, and finally engulfing the whole thing, one motion, down her throat, to my balls. Fuck, that felt good.Jess again looked at me, seeking my permission to continue. As good as this felt, I was glancing at Jess the whole time, and I nodded my agreement once more. I knew what was about to be revealed, and I wanted to make sure I saw her reaction when. How could you? Fortunately, none of my other teachers inspire such strong reactions from their students. Yours is the only class where I have that particular problem. Especially on days when you wear that tight tan sweater.”“God, I’m such a tease, aren’t I?” she said laughing.“Anyway, I’m not sensing that either of you is about to run away shrieking that I’m a monster. Are you both okay with the mind-reading thing?”“Actually, I’m intrigued by it,” Jan said. “I’m going to have to think about it. ." she said softly. "He's going to touch my ... pussy!" I am?" he asked, switching to her other nipple."Of course you are," she laughed. "You're molesting me, after all. You have to touch my pussy. It's a rule." I don't always follow the rules," he said, licking her breasts as she tried unsuccessfully to spread her legs."That's because you're old," she moaned, writhing as he tortured her erect nubs. "You probably don't even remember the rules because you're so old and senile." Well looky.