Well, he wasn’t a student anymore, so maybe she could permit herself a small indulgence. A girl can dream, can’t she? Sighing, Clarissa packed her...bag for the homeward journey. As usual, she took a handful of papers home to try and grade. ‘Why do I do this every day, I know I’ll never grade them,’ she thought to herself. Perhaps it was just the gesture in and of itself that made her feel better, like she had good intentions anyway. Just at that time, Tristan popped his head in the door.. Bending over me his left hand began to tweak my nipples, as his right hand began toying with my stiff knob. “Looks like you are also enjoying the Christmas party,” he sniggered. Jaxon then moved his torso upwards to intensify his thrusting. Totally into the scene at this point, I was very happy that I had been coerced by him. My preconceived notions had given way to unbelievable pleasure. “Hi Rick,” I heard Jaxon say, before I became aware of a bulky guy watching us. “How do you like the. He was 40, slim and well-dressed but quite shy and it took a lot of sympathetic listening and gentle rubbing of what she considered a nice sized cock, for him to tell his story of what she could do for him and he for her.‘Hazel, for the last 25 years I found that I could only really enjoy sex dressed in women’s lingerie and dresses and skirts. Nearly for all that time I had to use prostitutes because that skinny bitch of a wife thought I was perverted and who in fact didn’t like sex anyway.. You can go too far with the little girl look. One stroke, Frank, make a note."After breakfast, Karl sat for a moment looking serious, then he said, "Helen, Paula tells me that the reason you weren't a virgin was that you let Frank fuck you yesterday, and she saw you at it."Helen blushed at the discussion of her sex life but said, "I already told you what Frank and I did. Don't you believe me?" Frank, put her up for punishment, please," was the only response.To Paula's evident pleasure, Helen.