"What fellow teacher knows about what's going on?"She sheepishly looked at me "You!" You told her that I knew? But WHY?" I just couldn't understand it..."I'm so sorry Karen, I tried not to tell her, but she was so persistent and I needed it so badly. She made me tell her about you." You needed what? You need what so badly?" Her sneaker. I just needed to get off. I'm sorry. She wouldn't stop teasing me with it. It was about a week after I had confessed to you everything. She had been waiting for. But I dint mind at all.I turned her around. Spit on her asshole and made my cock wet. But it was very small. I couldn’t push my cock into it. I had my small bottle hair oil with me. I got that and rubbed it all over my cock making it more hard and slippery. I poured some oil on her ass hole.Omg, the view. I could never forget that. Oiling the best ass in the world. Then I started inserting my oily big cock into her oily tight pussy. Around 3,4 strokes it just slid into the hole. She was. "Hold on," I replied. I reached out andstraightened her tie and then quickly sprayed on some perfume. Givingmyself one last look in the mirror I picked up my matching shawl andpurse, stepped into my heels and said, "Ok. Now I'm ready." Sarah smiledand offered me her hand. We then headed downstairs. Both kids were inthe living room watching TV and had already eaten when we got down."Ok kids! We're going now," I said as we entered the room. Henry got offthe sofa and gave me another hug "Wow. Doors and sinks and wall partitions and large buckets of paint and ceiling fans littered the room. She stepped over a large plastic bucket of paint and stumbled. As she fell forward, I instinctively reached out and grabbed at her, catching her by her blazer. “Thanks,” she said, as she regained her balance. “Like I said, it’s a tight squeeze, so be careful.” I stepped over the same bucket and into the hallway that lead to two additional storage rooms. She followed me as I peeked into each room..