”I grin up at you, not answering verbally. Instead, I thrust my middle finger up your snatch in one hard thrust, jolting your body despite the inten...e wetness I find there. I slide my finger out again, circling your wet hole with its tip. You clutch at my hand with one of your own, trying to shove it back in. I sling an arm around your hips, bracing your weight as I pull you closer. I raise from my knees, pressing my bare chest against your hard nipples as I stand, and you rub your tits in. Her idea was very different from most.She explained her plan to us at a meeting held at her house. The next school day, I arrived for class dressed like I was trying to get laid rather than trying to teach a class full of teenagers.I was wearing a black miniskirt, white blouse and heels. Even more important was what I wasn't wearing. I had no bra or panties under my outfit. The boys stared at my tits all through each class. But their tongues really hung out whenever I hopped up on my desk.. It’s the first time she ever referred to herself like that. I think it shocked even the water. The waves became eerily quiet. It was as though the sea wanted to watch this erotic display. My cock slid into her so easily. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I started thrusting in and out. Her hips rose and fell with mine. The thrill was incredible. It was as good as the very first time I felt my cock slip into my mother’s pussy. “Mom, you can’t imagine how this feels. I love being inside you.. “Angel” his voice a bit more stern.She looked toward the ground, inhaling on the cigarette in her mouth before reaching up and pulling it out, and flicking the filter to knock off the loose ash.“Come on girl” she saw him nod and tilt his head out of the corner of her eye, ushering her to follow.She took another hit from her cigarette before smothering it out on the bottom of her boot. She pushed herself away from the brick wall and followed him. Her hands back in her pockets, she followed him.