Kyle froze under me as I continued to ride him. We turned our heads, looking at the open classroom door as we heard Mr Lynn’s voice and that of his ...ife Miss Davis, expecting them to walk in and see us but their footsteps fell silent as they went upstairs. It took a few seconds for Kyle to relax and allow his body to respond to mine, finding a rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy. I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to contain my moans as my pussy throbbed more and more. We were. Reaching out i start rubbing and caressing his chest and belly, I like my nipples played with he says, closing his eyes, remember to make me feel good, noticing his cock still hardening , this could be fun I thought. My hands start massaging his chest, slipping across his nipples, he sighs showing the delight, thinking for a moment, I might as well make it remember all, so I settle back take a deep breath and begin. Slowly my mind settles into the act and journey we are in. Sliding over his. The two big men sat in the front and the thin man joined me in the back. None of them were smiling and the doors locked automatically with a dull thudding sound that made me jerk."What did I do?" I asked, looking at the man beside me and he narrowed his eyes, looking at me like some sort of bug."You didn't do anything," he said."Where are we going then?" I swallowed hard."We don't have much time," he told me. "How old are you?" What?" I blinked at him."How old are you?" he asked again and we. I guess that meant the family counselor she was seeing had done a good job with her, because she had an awful lot of trauma to get through to get back to a normal frame of mind. My stock answer at the time was that I was a 47-year-old widower with a 12-year-old and no sane woman would to want me, with all the baggage I brought. Of course, she would throw back at me that, as far as she’s concerned, she had the cutest daddy of anyone in her school. I guess you’ve figured out by now that I’ve got.