"Umm ... I think you kind of forgot something,"I looked down, at my gaping zipper, which was still firmly in the down position. My tidy whities were s...owing through. My cock was laughing its balls off.I zipped up with a groan and an apology, and which she took with astounding grace."Well, that worked out pretty well," she said. "I'm glad I could help you." Me too!" I blurted. "I can't thank you enough." Maybe you could buy me dinner sometime," she said.I stood there, frozen. A storm must have. All the Society Females wanted a piece of Steetch, but Hardcase was more than equal to the task of fending them off, and keeping Steetch in line. It only took a few days for the word to get out, but it wasn't a pretty few days. The lunchroom the next day looked like a war zone, all of the jocks sporting bruises and splints and bandages and neck braces and fat lips and nose packing and crutches in various combinations, and all of the cheerleaders and female members of the student councel showing. Then she put her palm up to my mouth with a smile. Naked but for the flowing red hair, Kate looked for all the world like some sort of Irish Lady Godiva. I took her hand and licked the cum from her palm, gently sucking each of her fingers before I gave her back her hand. The crowd went wild.“That’s it! Make him eat it! He loves it.”“The Professor must be so gay!”“He loves it. You can tell.”“Hey Professor, I know someone that will give you more than a handful of sploof.”“Yeah, all you can. “Are your nipples hard Katie? Are you doing as I asked?” Toby had written in the chat box.“Yes,” she replied as she continued to rub them.“Good! Now lift your skirt and touch yourself,” quickly appeared in the box. The hot wife breathed heavily. She was turned on beyond imagination she lifted herself up from her chair slightly and slid her skirt up past her tight small buttocks. Her nylon covered ass sat back down on the chair when another message popped up in the chat box, “Only OVER your.