He ran his hands over her skin, admiring how fresh and firm she was. Sandra watched the Principle’s hands, afraid now to look into his eyes. After ... few moments of caressing his new student’s body, Principle Lazlow moves his fingers lower. With a pop and ziip, he opened her pants, exposing a blue pair of panties. ‘Be a good girl and lift your hips.’ He instructed as he took hold of her pants. His intention was clear, he was going to pull them down. Sandra wondered desperately what she should. She was like one of those brightly colored birds that quivered sohot and so violently in your hand that you were afraid it's heart wasgoing to explode if you didn't let it go, if you didn't let it do whateverit wanted to do.It was hard to be the daughter of such a Momster; Phoebe could have usedsome help. That was one big reason she blamed her dad for leaving. He lefther to care for Claire all by herself. That wasn't her responsibility; shedidn't sign up for it. She wasn't obligated to do it.. " Debbie, please." I know you want to, Johnny. I can see the bulge in your pants. C'mon, it'll only take a couple of minutes." That's just the way my jeans are bunched up." Oh yeah? Well how come it doesn't flatten out when I push on it? Look. See? You're like a rock. Wouldn't you like to slip that big cock inside my hot pussy? We can do some heat transfer. We'll make friction and make even more heat. Then there would be a little mass transfer, when you shoot off inside me. Wouldn't that be. Mrs C proceeds to get down on her knees and starts to suck him off. She only does this for a few minutes then gets up and says we best get back to the office before people as where they are. As lunch time comes around the lad asks C what’s she doing for lunch. Normally she will go for a drive to get away for the office. He asks if he could come with her today. Lunch time comes round and they both leave making out that hey are nipping to the shops together for lunch. The pair of them drive off.