Going to the bathroom she removes her clothes, hanging her grey jacket and skirt up neatly on the hanger previously placed there, putting her bra and ...ights in the laundry basket, removing her knickers and sucking the crotch. “I’ve been dribbling all afternoon”, she thinks “I hope that Mr. Dunstall didn’t notice how much difficulty I was having concentrating on his discussion about the new software this afternoon!”After consuming all the tasty juices, and running a finger between her legs for. She felt her pussy twitch involuntarily and her juices slowly trickle down between her labia; she squeezed her thighs together desperate to have the sensations sated.She noticed him squirm in his seat as he put the glass down on the stool; she reached for the bottle, aware that the blanket was hanging forward exposing the inside curve of her right breast, the rough material scratching the sensitive tip of her erect nipple; she poured two further generous measures into the glasses. “Are you. ‘Oh, so Mrs Stewart had added weather forecasting to her multiple talents?’ Merrick hadn’t realized that Kirsty could look so steely-eyed, so he coughed, patted his chest and with Kirsty now looking concerned, beamed at her. ‘Right, outdoors Saturday evening it is. Mrs Stewart is never wrong.’ Saturday dawned in a drizzle. Merrick didn’t even bother pointing this out to the dozing darling because he knew it was going to be fine, Mrs Stewart had said so. Removing a sleeper from his eye he stood. No slight or wrong, no matter how petty or seemingly insignificant went un-avenged – ever! Usually I got my payback near instantaneously, nastily and violently in a sudden pique of volcanic temper that would make the Furies wince. Revenge being a dish best served cold was not yet anywhere in my vocabulary or temperament.This was a definite weakness that the skilled and patient could prey upon. A quick shove in the playground usually goes unnoticed by the watching teachers, but my swift and.