I knelt beside it and took his hands in mine."I love you, George," I whispered."I love you, too," he replied. "Why are you crying? You've sure been te...ry this evening." It's been an emotional evening, what with Polly getting married and help in the business," I lied."Can you believe it, Karen? Eric may help us. He's the first person in two years to give us hope. Real hope. We've got to make it work! There's something about him that makes me trust him. I know this will work, unless we blow it.. I was whimpering underneath him. He was such a good pussy eater. My eyes darted from Mike to my dad who nodded encouragingly. Then Mike slowly let his tongue slide inside my hole. I groaned and started pulling my nipples through the holes in my outfit. Mike’s tongue felt so good inside my cunt. He slurped as he sucked and then I felt his fingers. First one, then a second slid in and then a third. Finally he had all four fingers stretching my cunt and his lips were closed over my clit. I cried. She didn't open her mouth but just pressed her lips into mine and brought her left hand up to my caress my cheek. As soon as her hand came up I reached up to her breast and ran my fingers on the soft flesh along the side of her body. She renewed the intensity on my lips and her left leg came up to pin my cock against my body as her leg covered over top of me. I could feel her wetness on my thigh as she leaned into me fully and began to slowly but forcefully grind her body into me. She began to. Come now. Come down the bitch’s throat. He did. He wanked himself off like a bastard the way he’d done after Prom Night, only it was Olivia’s mouth, not Tori Beeching’s cunt, that took the force of his masturbatory fervour, and this time he had no excuse. No sense of private reward for public rectitude here–this was Jed’s frank, cum-surging admission to another human being, however anonymous, of who he wanted to be. Of who she insisted he really was. Stop trying to kid yourself, teacher-man..