Watching her pouty lips slide back and forth accross the veins in my engorged rod and hearing those sweet sucking sounds, I was ready to give this gir... the banging of her life! After a few more minutes of fucking her cute face, I pulled my cock from her mouth causing a loud wet sucking pop sound. "mmmmmmmmmmmm, that was fun!", she said licking her lips and swallowing my pre-cum. I kicked off my jeans and underwear from my feet, led her back onto the edge of the bed, layed her back and started. When I got up to her, I pulled her close to me, looking down into her beautiful, sexy blue eyes. She was shorter than I am, she was only 5' 2" tall, but she was so beautiful and sexy, built like a dream, with a body made for loving and lust, and her gorgeous long sexy blonde hair flowing down her back. Her perfume went straight to my head, pulling me deep into her soul, as we started dancing close and tight.Not a word was spoken between us, as I begin to caress her lower back with my hand, then. She has a rather harsh personality too, about as harsh as any of your punches, if not more so. She can easily play the sweet little girl around the adults though. She and you were often caught yelling obscenities at each other, which oddly enough was your family’s norm. Neither of you really hated each other, but you weren’t exceptionally close either, and were almost strangers, even though you both share the same mom and dad.You’ve never really given her much though as a woman because A) she’s. When it turned out that she was Mrs Robertson, the headteacher at my son George’s former school and I was Mr Clark, whom she had met at parents’ evenings and sports days. It was something of a shock after our online alter egos had outlined in lurid detail what we were going to do to each other, in that frank and reckless way that anonymity facilitates.“Oh, yes. You must be the chap who wants to put his tongue between my buttocks and stimulate my anal nerve endings.”“That I am, Mrs Robertson..