Mrs Jeannie Marsh. Or at least that's whom I would become in just three weeks' time and I probably wouldn't see many more students between now and the.... I'd get a fresh crop next year, but I would be making damned sure they all called me "Mrs Marsh"."Good morning Josh," I smiled. "You didn't forget Muck-Up Day, did you? What are you doing in class?" I was just being conversational; he was in costume so he obviously knew what day it was. I was surprised though – and a little touched. His. He slid in so easily, but it actually hurt, he stretched me so wide and pushed in so deep. Friday I went into town again, and he met me after he got off work. Five minutes at the library. We just talked and he made faces at me, and I giggled and guffawed. He makes me feel alive, and I feel like I need the escape lately. He’s my only escape anymore, but I still talk to other people. Last night, after telling him in a text that I wouldn’t look for anybody else while he was sleeping, I let a guy. I knew I had to have it."How much would this be if I bought the paperweight too please Ma'am?" I asked, holding both things in my hands."Oh, I don't remember seeing this little thing before, how about $100 for both, I think I had the paperweight priced around $85 right?" She replied."Sound wonderful, thank you so much." I said."You uh, doing okay there Marcus?" Said Jack, my boss."What?" I replied, I was confused."You looked like you were staring into the beyond there my man, you okay?" "I.... "A fresh flow of her juices ran down her left thigh, and I darted toward it with my eager tongue. As a result, I also grazed her very swollen labia, and she plunged her hips down, reflexively pressing my face onto the patio. Once it was done, there was no stopping her until she was satisfied. Annabelle ground her open and wanton pussy hard onto my face as I licked and sucked vigorously.Her soft moans turned to wild grunts and groans as I reached for her hanging nipples. Rolling and.