I'll just clean off those little drops on you."She looked at the rag and then she giggled: "Oh, my. Do you think your Willie can stand that?" It's not...a Willie any more, mom, it's a cock. And if it can't, you have seen it get hard before, haven't you."She giggled again. "Yes, I certainly have, haven't I. And a fine one it is, if I may say so."I cleaned off her chin and her breasts, and for sure my cock made no secret of it. While I was drying her, my trousers looked more like a tent, and to my. Each time she wrote on the blackboard her bum wiggled my mind drifted off wondering what colour knickers she might be wearing which didn’t help my erection or my concentration l couldn’t wait for the lesson to be over, l purposely finished my work last and when l handed in the paper Mrs Renauld’s (Julia) asked if l could go with her to bring some boxes from the old prefab classrooms. As soon as everyone left the classroom Julia and l went to the old prefabs, she locked us in and we began. He gave a sharp intake of breath and an even deeper one when she straddled him, putting his cock into her vagina. “Mmmm” she mumbled, “A bit bigger than your dad” she informed him, holding, guiding, his cock as it slid inside her. Not wanting to be left out and preferring the older woman, I followed them through. Mum and son were kissing but she soon broke off to take my cock in her mouth. Mrs. Bennett devoured my cock, I even felt it slide down her throat! Her full lips coming into contact. With time to spare, Steve and Sally got on with packing until they got to the DVDs. Some they stacked into the box, but when they got to the one they called their ‘Wedding Video’ they stopped and just had to watch it.About eighteen months after their post-Christmas party fuck, Steve and Sally seemed to be spending a lot of time together. Either Steve would be at Sally’s or vice versa. Often, when Steve was staying at Sally’s, she would go out with another man in the evening and come back to.