Their calling her "Old Prickle" and "the Prickly Doc" was oftenjust a disguise for the emotion that stirred in girlish hearts when this attractivebut ...tern lady glided by. Miss Pringle, "Amelia" to her friends, had, unfortunately, apparently lefther soul in one of the books she had steeped herself in at university. Sheseemed to be the frustrated spinster epitomised. Her feminine curves were alwayscompletely hidden in a black dress that covered her neck to toes. Her studyinghad hurt her eyes,. As Igot my wallet, I saw an unusual sight: Mary, Greg, Kevin and Adamwalking towards the black van. I figured they were fetching their workmaterials, so I stepped out and locked up my car. However, I becameVERY suspicious when Greg opened the side doors and they all piled in.Greg looked around the lot as he stepped in and closed the double doorsbehind him. What in the fuck was going on? Could it be? No way, Ithought. Get your mind out of the gutter. But I couldn't. I had tosee what was going. Soft lips pressed against Jack’s. She couldn’t see, but she could smell rum and pipe smoke. A velvet-gloved finger traced down her neck. “Such a good girl,” a throaty alto voice purred. “So loyal.”She struggled to move. It felt like she was bound by something. Ropes, but softer. Velvet hands cupped her breasts and brushed her nipples. She groaned as that familiar fire grew within her.“Jack?” Bella’s voice called to her.The ropes around her arms and legs tightened and those velvet hands trailed. Ms. Evans sucked hard, her head bobbing, working that hot mouth up and down my cock's shaft. My tip drank in the wet heat, my ovaries boiling with a load of futa-cum.The danger pounded through my chest. I licked my lips, my heart screaming. I wanted to shout out in rapture. To release the build-up of ecstasy in me. Instead, I bottled it up. I forced it to swell faster and faster in my pussy.My ovaries quivered.Ms. Evan's tongue fluttered around my crown. Then she sucked hard. I stared into her.