My mother had briefly been a primary school teacher (before she had become bored with life in the classroom), and so I was mainly home schooled. The o...ly time that I attended a proper school for any length of time was when we lived just outside of Rye in East Sussex. My father had a plan to produce ‘collectible’ hand-printed and hand-coloured postcards with scenes of Rye harbour, the Martello Tower, and various other picturesque local landmarks. I sometimes think that having gone to school in. He sat back up and rested his head on my shoulder and played with my limp cock until we arrived at my place.I tucked my cock back in my trousers and we went inside to the bedroom. He then stripped me off kissing me all over my body, especially my cock and ass.James removed his clothes and pushed me back on the bed and started working on my cock again " I want it big and hard again so you can fuck me" he said.Licking, sucking and stroking it soon had it back to its full 8 1/2 inches.James them. Walking down the hallway I realized what was about to happen. I know it should feel weird but it didn’t. I reached her door and took the doorknob. The door opened slowly to reveal a room that was dark. I got in and closed the door as silent as I could. She turned on her dimmed bed light. “I almost couldn’t wait.” She said. “Me neither” I replied. She was wearing a short sleeping dress. I looked at the bed and the bra was still laying there. She saw my eyes glancing at the bed. “I just waned to. I watched them head into two cubicles, one next to the other and then carried on looking at my phone, but just as I got a game going, I suddenly heard a voice whisper out to me "Robbie, come here!"I looked around and it was Mrs Jones waving me over, so I quickly moved towards her, and then she pulled me into her little square cubicle and eagerly began kissing me."We haven't got long, so don't waste it!" she then whispered before she crouched down in front of me and started to undo my jeans, and.