Eventually, when he rolled his body on top of me with his hips between my thighs, I knew this was really going to happen.Mr Taylor sensed my final agr...ement, and moved himself slightly, until I felt his cock touch my pussy.At first, I didn't know what to expect, I knew I was quite wet down there, but I wasn't quite prepared for it all.His cock pushed harder, and I knew my pussy was tight."Oh god, Mr Taylor, it's too big, please...gently.”To his credit, Mr Taylor stayed still. He kept. When his fingers reached the lace he traced along the top, teasing me. Ever so slowly did he move further down. Swiftly, he moved to fabric away and pushed in one finger, then another. At this point I was so turned on I couldn’t control my moans. He pushed my legs aside so he was in between them. His pants were quickly off, along with his boxers. He pushed himself into me, and allowed me to grow accustomed to him, then slowly moved in and out. Pumping faster and faster with each thrust. His. People would stare. They’ve been staring the whole week. Well, let them stare. I couldn’t care less.It was no surprise I asked for relief and no surprise that I asked for Jay in English. I loved his smile as he came up in front of class. I wanted to have a long talk with him but now wasn’t the time. Now it was time for a little bit of fun.I know this whole thing called relief is just an excuse for sex. Seriously, if someone is that frustrated in class they need to reconsider their priorities.. Mandy, however, was different, if slightly unfortunate. Nature had been kind in the sense that she had a sensational body, but most unkind in her looks. She was, in service parlance a ‘grimmy’ in that she really did have a face only a mother could love. Which, and I’m certainly not a misogynist, was frightening. Damn shame really, because she was in every other sense a wonderful person. A little too touchy-feely my ex-wife thought, but not in a way that I thought was either embarrassing or over.