She had a menial job and not much money but owned a small house that had been in her family for generations. The house wasn't in El Tablado itself, wh...ch was a good thing, as we will get to in a while. El Tablado had a population of around 100. The streets were narrow and the houses were close together. Everybody knew everybody else, apart from the vacationers who came for the weekend or a week, and even then, within a day or two they were part of the furniture.One Saturday afternoon I was down. Our eyes locked, and her face turned a bright crimson. "Andrew? Andrew Lake?" she said. I didn't answer with my phone this time, I just slowly nodded. The bell rang, jolting both of us from our trance, and the rest of the class gathered their things and headed to lunch."Andrew, could you stay after class please?" Mrs. Philips asked, her voice quiet, and soft. I nodded, and we both waited until everyone had left. Once the door had closed she stood, walking over to me and sitting down in the desk. Then, wrapping her lips carefully around her teeth like in the story, she closed them around his cock and shut her eye to concentrate on the feel and the taste of it. It went a few inches into her mouth, and she just kept it there and all of a sudden she noticed a different taste, some sweet, salty nectar teasing her taste buds and she rolled it around in her mouth.She pulled away with a ghasp and opened her eyes wide to look at it again. She noticed her pussy overflowing with juices and her. When my bag was full, Natalie came back and disconnected everything.“Thank you for coming to give blood today.”“On the contrary, thank YOU for cumming!” I said with a grin.She brought me a cup of tea and biscuits and thrust into my hand the usual card of “dos and don’ts” after donating and a small ball of lace. I started to unravel this before realising this was her panties and quickly stuffing them into my pocket. On the card, she had also written a phone number. I finished my tea as quickly.