“Well, I will be when I get home. I need to buy a butter churn first.” I tell her.“I know where you can get one.” She says with just the small...st of smiles. Happy to be of help.She is right too. In half an hour I had just the thing. Sort of like a thin barrel with a long pole coming out the top.As I was heading out of the village, Constance walking with me, I was stopped by a little boy.“Preacher Josias would like to see you, sir.” Then he ran off.Soon I was sitting on the older man’s back. ‘’Oh my God’’ I said as my mind came to a realisation of what was happening. Sitting at my desk and wearing my school blazer, Ms Cole had her smooth, flawless legs spread wide and resting on the two neighbouring desks. The years of sports playing evident from the firmness of the muscles on her brown legs, which were slightly tensed and clearly defined. Her toes curled then spread out again. I opened the door slightly to get a better view, I then proceeded to take my pants off and pull my penis. The Caribbean sun made her beautiful bottom glisten. I felt proud as both men and women admired that picture as they slowly passed by.Finally the loud foursome from Jersey packed up and left. I had been intentionally walking as close to them as possible on our way to and from the water hoping to make them uncomfortable with my nudity. They were clearly not use to having a strange set of cock and balls pass by so closely. Maybe it worked.We were both hungry and thirsty and Susan offered to get a. She showed 20 men into the waiting room, gave them a number then went round the other side of the curtain and sat. Her outfit was a tight yellow tight skirt, knee length and high white heels. She wore a cream blouse and red bra, those 48DD's were well wrapped up. 'No1', she shouted. The 1st lad rounded the curtain and she looked at him in is afro eyes, he grinned and licked his lips as she slowly unleashed her big white meolns from her open blouse. His eyes were on stalks and so was his dick..