I helped her out of her skirt. A small, thin, closely-cropped patch of curly black pubic hair, pointed to her golden honey pot. She used two fingers t... spread open the lips of her vagina as she continued to bite down on her lower lip.I stood up and slipped off my underwear, my nine-inch steel rod arching upwards.“Oh my God!” Rita remarked upon seeing the size of my manhood. The head of my circumcised cock was already leaking fluids. Rita leaned back on the desk, her legs spread and waited for. She sputtered and gagged, and I grabbed her hair and lifted her face from my loins.“Thought all you king lovers were cocksuckers,” I said with a smile.She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at me with undisguised hatred.“Let me go, you fool,” she demanded, gathering some control of herself.“After I roger you till your eyes cross,” I said, reaching out to tickle her bare breast.“Why are you doing this?” she demanded, pushing my hand away and pulling her bodice together.“Teach. We spent many hours working on Johnnie's Sprite or Bobbie's Formula Ford. We even dubbed our little group the Continental Sport Cars Racing Team. I didn't have a race car of my own so I was made pit chief by default.Everything was going along nicely until one tragic day when the brakes failed on Johnnie's car. After ten laps he was in first place leading the pack by a comfortable margin. He built up speed on the back straightaway and was approaching turn number three. I noticed that there was. I heard later that week from them that, after they placed a call to Angelina's house to confirm her arrival time, she had gotten into a vicious shouting match with the woman on the phone, but had eventually caved in and agreed to attend the classes. I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly mused at my desk about my new "title" - Dean Simonds, agent to the Ambassador. I liked the sound of that :)But things didn't go exactly as I had planned - the school Angelina was attending, called Proper Woman.