As the class is winding up, I'm feeling pretty naughty and riled up. I've been fucking with Prof. PSR's head a bit more than I intended to. I guess ...'m hornier than I thought. You know what they say, never go to a grocery store hungry. Oh well, I planned on making some of the male teachers my pussy slave anyway. Might as well get started tonight! When I look up, the last of the students are leaving the room and he is staring at me in puzzlement. He's trying to decide if he's sure of what. Janet picked up the envelope that Andrea had mentioned. It was made of a rich fine heavy paper, not like modern paper that made to go through a printer at work. No, this was paper that someone might use for something special. On the front was written Janet's name in a simple script, and the envelope flap had an ER embossed in the heavy paper. It was also sealed by a glob of red sealing wax, into which was pressed the letters ER inside a crest. Janet slowly opened it, and found a. From what I don't know, or were they jealous of Marjorie?After the meal and the tidying up done, we went to help Marjorie unload her car. She was right about one thing she had enough clothing and equipment to supply an expedition on her own. Not only was the boot chock-o-block but the rear passenger seats were piled up also. We carried them all into the van.I got her to park her car alongside the other wrecks on the far side of the clearing.We were a real nosey lot; we got round Marjorie as she. Once he had consumed each curve, his tongue delved into the cleft of her ass, and Moira thrilled to the sensations that swept like a hot fire over her. He circled the tightly puckered flower that was usually hidden in the darkness, now desperate for his nourishing affections. And like a flower blossoming under the loving care of the hot spring sun, Moira flourished under his enticingly hot mouth. Low moans sounded from deep in her throat, punctuated by an occasionally pleading “yes!” that was.