I placed my chair between them when he sat down.The parents were unsatisfied with the week suspension that the principal leveled on everyone involved ...n the fight. They thought I deserved far worse, and that their boys deserved much less.The two police officers knocking on the door to get the list of witnesses from the principal silenced them. My mother walked out of the office with a smug smile on her face.My father was very disappointed in me when he heard about the fight and gave me a long. She made little sighing noises to show she was enjoying it, and her hand moved up towards my crotch, but she was waiting for me to move into that area before she did.I put a hand directly on her warm, mystical mound, rubbing the slit gently, and she responded by taking a trousered handful of male parts in her hand.We were kissing happily and the flickering of tongues was generating power in my cock. She traced the outline of my erection between her thumb and forefinger as I fumbled with the. Inwardly I smiled, only too happy to bear that onerous - not! -responsibilty. If only they knew my motives were somewhat charitable. Everyone content, we reconvened, they to their grief, me to my lust. Leaving the room, I read the text that had just arrived. Bonnie, it seemed, was at work, a revelation that took the edge somewhat off my anticipation. I didn't imagine the workplace, wherever it was, could be too condusive to enjoyment. Though I wasn't banking on the guile of Mrs Tranter.The. " Samatha replied."Well bring it and we'll find Miss Thompson," Miss Bryant suggested, "Shall we go?"They made their way through several security doors and down labyrinthine corridors towards Miss Thompson's office.Miss Thompson was a no nonsense woman, fifty maybe, straight backed, small breasted ex Womens Royal Army Corps, her dark hair tied in a severe bun, and she spoke with an upper class military English accent which perfectly matched her pale English complexion."Has she started.