Now remember we had fucked once and I knew it would be on going even though we hadn't talked about the first time. My hand was now in her lap with her...squeezing it tightly with both hands, Roads still bad. We started talking and I casually mentioned "How are things with my FIL." She instantly let go of my hand and her mood changed from worried to pissed. She said "you know how they are lets not talk about it. Then threw out "how are thing with my Daughter." Which I said great minus us hardly. This was repeated on our right hands, it was really painful.Mrs McCluskey explained that it would stop us rubbing our bottoms better and the sore finger tips would stop use masturbating for a day or two.The girls were dismissed and I was kept behind.This was due to the mater of the mess I had made on her skirt.She took the cane back to the cupboard only to take out a slightly thicker one.‘You have two options 6 months detention or the cane on your bottom and a treat’I was between a rock and a. ‘Fuck! I want to suck her dry.’ He thought. He quickly buried his tongue inside of her velvety warmth. She came almost immediately coating his mouth with her sweet juices, he lapped up every drop, and then raised his tongue up to her erect clit. His mouth enclosed her hard little nub and sucked it gently. But Jasmine did not want gentle. She ground her hips into George’s face. He could not help it, but his hand grabbed her hips and pressed her even closer, completely burying his face in her. This was something new. She knelt down and then, before I brace myself, she takes me in her mouth.Looking down I see her wet brown hair swaying with the rhythm of her head bobbing back and forth on my dick. IT was great.She stopped before long saying, "I just wanted to prep you." She stood up, turned her back to me, placed her hands on the wall in front of her and commanded, "Fuck me."She didn't have to tell me twice. She arched her back, poking her butt out. I found my destination and slid on.