Again, I was dumbfounded when I noticed that Miss Evans was actually sucking my spunk from her fingers as she watched me. I continued cleaning up the ...punk from my cock and clothes as she came to stand to the side of the desk. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud crash and the classroom door opened. “Jenny, are you just about ready…” Mr. Davies, the Maths teacher had burst into the classroom and was searching out Miss Evans. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed that I was. If you like them I will email you some more.”I clicked the window of her profile and chose her album, it had two new pictures I it. The first one was her from the front in her uniform still not showing her face, the next was from the back with her skirt pulled up resting on top of her thick cheeks bent over just enough to see the bottom of her pussy and her hands on her hips. I stared at the picture thinking how beautiful she was, how she was enjoying this. I felt like my little girl was. She gasped and tried to catch her breath butbefore she could adequately oxygenate her lungs the next cock was rammed intoher mouth. It took no time for the second of the athletic men to find his rhythm.By the time the fifth man had shot his load and withdrew his cock. Heniekelooked as if she was on another plane. Cum was splashed across her face anddribbling down her breasts. Henieke was left in the middle of the room saggingand fatigued by the energetic bouts of face fucking. I told the men to. I asked her if she wanted to go out either with me or on her own in an evening, but she said no, it was nice to be at home where she felt comfortable. Ada told me she went out during the day on her own and did the shopping etc.Susan asked about my wife one evening and I told her she had died suddenly at the age of forty-eight, two years ago. She asked if I still missed her, and I said I did and that was why I sold our big house near Wandsworth Common. I didn't want a London house, I would have.