There were shots of Bill's big dick splitting my gash and filling me up. Just looking at Bill pulling at my nipples as he fucked me silly made my poin...y tips ache anew.As the visual evidence of my first fuck sank in I noticed the note slipped among the proof sheets. It was short and simple; just telling me when and where to show up. As I stared at the sheets in my hands I tried to figure out how could this be? Then I remembered Bill being all excited when he first ran up the stairs and entered. No, scratch that... his students are probably all more experienced than his wife.How bad can it taste, Sharon wonders? Closing her eyes, she slowly extends her tongue and swipes it across the smooth head of her husband's penis. Hardly any taste at all. She licks her lips and does it again."Ohhh yeah!" Tim moans as his wife's tongue makes contact with his aching cockhead. Encouraged by his reaction, Sharon slides her hand down and licks a circle around his cock just under the domed head."Oh!". I thought to myself that the saree always does have this magic spell on others.Even they were looking perfect in their blazers. The ride till the restaurant was silent. I sat in the back seat. I could sense both of them looking at me through the front mirror. They were peeking many times. But, I just pretended to be looking out of the window. It was a fifteen to twenty minutes ride.We reached the restaurant and sat in a four-seater table. I adjusted my saree and sat on the chair. I adjusted it. And I can categorically state for the record that, with the exception of the first and latest, I'd come away from each one with a splitting headache and an overwhelming desire to commit mass murder.The girls knew how much I enjoyed meeting with these committees, especially the once a year budgetary gala. They knew that I almost always returned home in a foul mood, unfit for the company of civilized human beings, so they'd gotten into the habit of feeding the kids early and hustling them off to.