I fumbled for a moment with his zipper, while he ran his hands over my breasts, through the thin silky material of my gown. But then I discovered that...his dislike of underclothes extended to his own apparel, and his long, slim, circumcised cock sprung out into my hand, just asking to be pumped. I obliged and he groaned with pleasure, but I knew what he really wanted, and took him into my mouth, first just his crown, then infinitely slowly let my lip slide the whole way down his warm, throbbing. The class, a mixture of senior boys and girls, would much rather joke around and play on their phones.You notice your teacher wiping her brow, then quietly pleading to the class to try and focus for the remaining half of the hour. Her blue eyes meet yours, seeming hopeful to have at least one student listening to her.Stacy Bickler was one of the younger teachers at Westside High. Her face, and body for that matter, looked younger than her twenty-seven years. You make note that she seems to be. " Yup." She was slipping back into the clothes she wore yesterday. "I don't want to spoil my appetite, but I'm going to the café to get a cup of coffee. You want?" Love one. Can you get me a bagel or somesuch, too?" Sure." She kissed him and left. She returned a bit later, with the coffee and bagel, and they chatted a bit. Then, they both went to shower and change. At about 11:00, they were ready to go."Hand me that spoon, would you?" Elise was in the kitchen helping her mother fix the. Mary would wear a short skirt and a thin blouse and we'd go out for the evening.As time went on Mary got increasingly adventurous and I got to really like what we were doing. Mary would go out of her way to make sure that some guy, or guys, saw her pussy or her tits. She'd get real excited by that and later she'd be wild in bed begging me to fuck her. If she'd had too much to drink, she'd beg me to "fuck her hard with my big cock." Of course I don't have a big cock, but Mary would have her legs.