” “Are you sure?” asked Michael, still swirling his tongue around her open pussy lips and hard clit. “I know you fucked my sister in the ars... Mr. Archer. You’re a very naughty teacher Mr. Archer. Please…” Michael didn’t need any more encouragement. He knelt up between her open thighs and taking his cock in his hand, rubbed its head against the entrance of her pussy. Then he slid it very slowly inside her tight, hot tunnel. Juliette lifted her hips to encourage him further inside. She stroked. She looked up at him. "Hello would be a good beginning," she said."Hello, baby." Hello, Mr. Special."Mr. Special Chump. What a bozo."I'm a fool. Sure. A special fool. How wonderful that you recognized that. Now, look at me, look closely and see yourself mirrored in my eyes. In me, in my heart, in my soul, your image blazes. I *know* who you are, and I see what you could be. I gaze upon you and look at your full, burning passion and I see... Tell me, what do I see?"I see... a prime cut of meat. For the first time in my life, having sex had more meaning than just fucking. My desire to please her went beyond stroking my ego. As we embraced, I began lightly caressing her neck, slowly dropping my hand to her tiny breasts and then moving circular to tease her nipples. I brushed across them from side to side, tickled them with a single finger and tweaked them between my finger and thumb until I heard her moans increase in intensity and sound level. I dropped my head to her breast and sucked. E. loomed on the horizon like a bad storm.Most of the morning went fine. Tara didn't do anything in lessons, and when it came to P.E. our teacher stayed in the changing room with us, a bit like she was expecting trouble. I went to lunch, internally breathing a sigh of relief that the morning was over without confrontation or injury. There was still the rest of the day to get through but it was looking good so far.Safe in the lunchroom I deliberately sat near the teacher's table to reduce the.