I saw through the slit in the door that it was Mrs. Gray. She sighed loudly and walked over to the bed and sat down. “What a fucking night!” she s...id. She was wearing a loose short skirt with almost dark rainbow colors on it, a nice black blouse, and a pair of ankle high boots. When she sat down on the bed her skirt rode up a little and I could see the light tan part that covers her crotch of her pantyhose. My dick was now aching, and I had to adjust myself as not to cry out in pain. My watch. That being what teachers are for, after all, as opposed to the Dipstick-type of self-serving 'teacher'.That got me thinking about the difference between Dipstick and Mr. Barrett, the middle-school Math teacher who had been so helpful to me when I first advanced a grade. Mr. Barrett had put time and effort into helping me for no reason other than to help me. There was absolutely no personal benefit in it for him. What a contrast with the sports coaches that intrude into my life. They all seem. She kept on pressing it slowly but steadily. I was clueless and my heart started pounding like hell as Sonia was sitting just next to me. I was sweating in full AC as it was interval I went outside and some chips to which her mom was very happy and asked me to get cold drinks too.We watched the rest part of the movie and then when it ended and we were about to come out we being at the last end had to wait till the others pass by as we stand I felt again something soft but this time at my back. She let go of my cock and lowered herself onto my erection, my penis sliding all the way into her wet cunt. She rode me for a few minutes, bouncing up and down on my cock, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing a load into her. ‘Stop.’ I commanded. Angie complied, and ran her fingers through my hair. ‘What’s wrong?’ she inquired. ‘Don’t you like it?’ ‘Oh, I like it alright,’ I replied, ‘too much. You’re about to make me cum.’ ‘Is that a bad thing?’ Angie asked. ‘Not at all.’ I.