As I trudged down the narrow corridor, Professor Kingsley caught my attention. He was dressed in a fitted suit of navy, with shoes as black as midnigh.... As always, well dressed. After last night’s dream, even seeing him made my pussy damp and cheeks glow a furious red.“Ms. Walsh,” he called.“Professor?”“Tonight we have much to discuss about your program. However, I have a meeting that may cause me to be a little later than the seven o’clock timing we agreed upon. With that said, if you arrive. He was the kind of kid who blew up your mailbox and smoked behind his parents back. He hung out with losers and was always up to no good. The very next day, within minutes of Steve leaving for work, the doorbell rang and Tara (who would normally sleep the day away) came to the door in her sleep wear; a thin fabric tshirt and short shorts with long slender legs that were her own. Seeing Cole through the peephole she opened the door."Hi Cole. What would you like?" "Hi Mrs. Benson, I have. The huts were freezing cold in the winter with no central heating and boiling hot in the summer with no air conditioning, so for teachers and students alike this was a very good thing.Since the huts became obsolete they had been abandoned, no one came down here anymore. A perfect place for me to be right now, all alone. I wandered up to the first hut, the windows were boarded over and a large padlock kept the door shut. The second hut was equally inaccessible. I was just killing time. Then my tongue retraced its journey, stretching it out as far as I could to push it into her. Her muscles gripped the end of my tongue, encouraging me to push in further. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and then tried to lick, curling the tip, which touched her pussy walls and caused her to gasp each time I did it. By now her sucking of my cock had got a bit erratic, not surprising given the attention I was giving to her with my tongue and lips. My hands were on her firm round bum,.