I didn't want to disappoint her.Candy, sat me down in the chair. Then she straddled the chair while facing me. She lowered her pussy down on my wet an... ready cock. Slowly at first were her movements up and down on my cock. I leaned back to watch her face and hair movements. Her eyes were closed and she had a determined look on her face.Our next door neighbor once again knocked on the wall. We both looked at the glory hole. The guy had stuck his cock through it and was wiggling it up and down,. Smyth was a tough nut to crack. All she could do was sit at her desk, stare at the clock, and figure out a way to get her grade up. After almost 20 minutes Mr. Smyth returned. Sharon eyed him with disdain. Mr. Smyth was a stuffy old-school (some would say "old") sort of teacher, always complaining about how today's youth was spoiled from having too much and not getting enough discipline, or as he called it "proper discipline." Short and fat with weird hair, and some odd English accent, he gave. She pulls back now, sated. She pats my head; like you would a cat or a dog, and resumes getting dinner ready. I resume my position, kneeling in the corner.Soon after, the outer door opens; a boy, laughing runs into the kitchen, he stops when he sees me. He is about ten. He runs up to me, I am so embarrassed, naked, kneeling here, with the drying cunt juice of that woman drying on my face, but I do not dare move. He notices the little bells hanging from my nipples and flicks one of them. I. I tell her to talk to me, tell me what she is feeling. As expected she tells me she is afraid, not knowing that this is what I want her to feel. Something took me over this time, maybe the way she was looking at me, fear but trust, it was weird and so hot. I yanked off my shirt and opened my jeans, slipping them off. I had never done this before, I had never even touched the others. Then I tell her to look at my cock and tell me she likes it and wants to lick it. She balks and I remind her that.