.I finally touched the sides of her huge boobs. They felt so so very soft, I forgot the massage and started massaging just her left Boob and she was l...ving it as her husband had stopped touching her boobs as she had to feed her 14 months baby girl. Then I did the same with her right boob and all this happened for 40 mins.Then I asked her to turn and I got to see a first glimpse of her lovely mouth watering big boobs. They were asking me to suck them so so very badly.I again started with her. The headmaster, resplendent in his long black academic gown and a thin wispy cane in his hand. She tried to remember how many times she'd been here in the past and wondered just how much the headmaster remembered of her. Dr. Anthony Winchester had been the principal at Oaklands School for nearly fifteen years and if truth be known the job had got a little stale. The appearance or more correctly the reappearance of Jane fellows had been by far the most welcome surprise for some considerable. But we were still close, less then an inch of space between our naked bodies."But you're going to have to repay the favour and get me off now, big brother."I said this with a wink, intwining my fingers into his hair and pulling him in for a hot, passionate kiss. He kissed back, his arms coming around my bod and his handscoming to rest against some of my most private parts, what with one resting on an asscheek and the other lightly touching the side of a breast.We continued to grope eachother. These are usually for times when there are people in my house, not for extended alone time. I refer to these naps as 'two finger time'. I continue to fantasize as my fingers find a rhythm, alternating rubbing my clit between them and pinching it gently (or not so gently, depending on the current fantasy). Today, I went with a different fantasy. With a house full of guests who would soon be clamoring for dinner, I had limited time. I desperately needed a quick release - and some much needed.