Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream when the invader slipped an inch or two deeper."Damn me, you feel good," he growled as his cock retreated, a...d then thrust back into her."So good," she echoed, feeling a warm tickle arise in her loins."Faster?" Yes," she gasped.He responded first with his fingers, slipping them between her folds to wet them before returning to her clit. The two digits flashed back and forth over her hood, frequently exposing the sensitive bud beneath to direct. It meant either some additional workload, him asking her to cover down for some additional duty or to work a stupid football game. Something usually not good.Then Leah suddenly thought that it might be about something a lot more important than selling concessions at a sportsball game. It might be about her tenure. This was her tenure year at the quaint southern high school in which she taught. Most school systems only took three years, hers took five. They were a nice school with some of the. Just when she took out the 2000 rupees note, I rushed into the room and shouted at her for stealing the money.Caught redhanded, she started crying and requested me to not tell anyone as she was in debt due to her husband spending the entire savings for his drinks. Her husband even took the money she took as a loan to pay her kid’s school fees and she was badly in need of money.I asked her why she didn’t ask if she needed money and why stole.I threatened to call the cops and she started crying. He dated probably the most popular girl at school and all the girls liked him, plus all his jock friends. Well, one night I went to a football game and was hanging around the stadium after the game was over and just about everyone was gone. I sometimes jumped the gate and hung out there by myself when there was no game and it was all closed, with no one around. I had even jacked off once in the dark below the bleachers, thinking of all the older boys that had sweated out on the field, as they.