“You miss him don’t you Professor? You miss my thick cock in your dripping snatch. I want to see if you’re as good a cocksucker as Shawn claims ...ou are, and I think you’ll like that I’m slick with your cunt juice.”I walk around to where her head is and pull her back so her head falls off the edge of the desk, I press my shaft to her lips and she slowly opens moaning as she tastes herself on my cock. My hands gently cradle her head as I bob in and out of her mouth. I press forward until she. "No, I don't ... Yeah, um ... This way..." he gestured. Decorum was everything in the mortuary business and having a policewoman waiting to ask who-knows-what in the funeral home's foyer wasn't what anyone would want.The private door led to several others and stairs leading to the basement. JB knocked on the door that said 'Tyler McKinnen – Funeral Director' engraved on a brass plate, and then opened it slowly to reveal a rather more spacious office than Tina would have expected. She saw a. As I walked home, my happiness about Brianna dissipated as I thought about how I nearly got beat up by Ben behind the gym. Michelle was the bait and I fell for her lure or I should say allure. She was as responsible for the trap as Ben was. I was angry.When I got home, I typed up the thoughts I had during my walk back. After a few edits, this was what my message said:"Michelle. I'm not so easy to trap. Ben is lucky he didn't hurt that boy or he would be kicked out of school. I can get Ben. I walked up, rang the bell, and she greeted me dressed in jeans and a dirty looking t-shirt. Jill was about 5’-2” and about 120 lbs. She had relatively short dark brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. Under her shirt I had the impression that she had a nice pair of C cup breasts. Her jeans were also relatively tight and her small but round butt appeared tightly enclosed and firm looking.Jill offered me a glass of beer and started in with some small talk about what work I did when I wasn’t.