I know you don't." Probably not," I agreed. "That's not your problem." We walked down the hall toward the cafeteria. I kept quiet."What is?" Tami aske... as we got into the line by the door.I grinned. "If I tell you, you'll get mad." No, I won't. What's my problem."I looked around. No teachers or vice-principals in the immediate vicinity. I pulled Tami around in front of me, my hand still in her back pocket, and kissed her. "The problem is, you want to tell your secret. I don't."Tami kissed me.. Her pussy is right above my head, and I reach up, thrusting my fingers into her cunt, then pull them out almost instantly, bringing my fingers to your mouth so you can taste her pussy juice. You suck my fingers clean, then, never missing a stroke fucking me, you put your lips up to Kim's twat, and begin to eat her pussy. You moan that moan, and I know just what it means. I push you back, and climb on to the table myself, lying back and pushing my tits together. I look at you and smile, "I want. She was like a furnace, like a hot velvet glove tightly grasping me in a welcoming grip. The sensation was fabulous, but her needs were urgent, and I could take little time to soak in her. I started to ease back and forth, building up the length of each stroke. There was a grunt as she responded to my thrust. I felt her start to move, pushing back gently at first and then more firmly. I matched the rhythm of her body, meeting her needs and matching her growing urgency with the strength of my. She naturally found it a disappointment when she realized that her break was a minute over and she had to make sure that her boss didn't catch her slacking off. Her sweaty skin and the smell of her cunt were bad enough clues as to her choice of recreation. That might be acceptable to Lindsay, provided that it didn't interfere with work. Stacey knew that her boss had flirted with her a lot in the past few weeks, although she did it subtly enough and Stacey never complained about it (as it was.