Darleen went on, "Well, like I told you, I wanted to. I would have. When I went to visit her the first time--well, that was what I had in mind, I have...to admit. I was hoping that she might give me some hint that she was interested. I would have been happy to just suck her cunt, she wouldn't have had to do me, unless she wanted to. Well, I worked the conversation around to sexy things. Helen seemed to realize, right from the start, what I was getting at. Her eyes sort of gleamed and she looked. You know you want me as much as I want you. Stop denying everything between us. I can feel the connection and the tension between us and so do you. I can see in your eyes when you look at me that you want me to touch you. Why do you keep stopping me every time I get close to you? I want to do this, and as I said before, you are mine,” Luke says, his footsteps being heard closely behind me. “Luke..,” I begin but I stop when his rock hard, chiseled chest presses against my back. I feel his. I was completely entranced. Hearing my lover's voice and feeling his hands on me even though they were my own. Now completly wet and extremely aroused I wanted to cum. I needed to cum badly, here, in our spot in the Parking Lot. I continued to fuck my pussy with my fingers and wildly buck up my hips. I thought of the one thing that always sends me over the edge."I want you to fuck my face Little One. REALLY fuck my face. Grab my hair. NO, REALLY fucking grab my hair. Pull my face into your wet. . the top three are unbuttoned.”“And how long would you say the skirt is?”“I guess it is a couple of inches above my knees,” I admitted, knowing that was a bit short by the school rules.“Do you consider yourself attractive, Mrs. Jenkins?” Mr. Buchanan asked with a raised eyebrow. “Do you consider yourself sexy?”“No, I think I’m just a plain middle-aged woman,” I replied.“Well, that's not what your male students think when you walk down the hall or around your classroom, according to the School.