In fact, Chris was actually hoping to get caught."Now where's a teacher when you really need one," Chris mused as helooked around.It didn't take Chris...long to find a teacher and he had to bite back agrin as he walked right in front of the sexy English teacher Mrs. Olsen.She was a gorgeous brunette with big cans, which of course made her thefavorite teacher of every boy in school.It took Mrs. Olsen a few seconds before she noticed Chris, a few secondswhich he could have easily used to get away. This woman was his. He had fought the desire to wake her up and bend her body to his will, as he had so many times throughout the night. Sloane was so giving and so pure. So much so that she was willing to forfeit her future to be with him. Anxiety quickly filled him. He couldn’t ask her to do that. He’d never been in a real relationship before. Sloane was so innocent and untainted. He couldn’t trust that his tendencies wouldn’t ruin that. Despite that warning bells going off in his head, he. While she was playing with my wedding tackle her tongue was licking my nipples and running down across my stomach to meet her hands. He mouth covered the head of my cock causing as sharp intake of breath and a muffled, ‘Oh shit Gianna, that is good.’ Her tongue washed around the head and probed for the tiny pee-hole which released it’s first drop of pre-cum which she sucked out and swallowed. Now she took more into her mouth and sucked hard. I nearly lost it then and filled her mouth with. He purred and cooed, moaning softly, “Yes, Boss.” Then it was slowly back down the other leg. God, he is delicious, I thought as I started on the other leg. He tasted of sweat and soap. It was an intoxicating taste to me. This time at his thigh, I pushed his legs up and he relaxed back on the desk, on top of all the folders and the Fergusons report. I feasted my eyes on his sweet shaved ass and hairy balls as his hard cock jutted out of his thick bush and lay on his lower belly. Fuck yes, my.