I tried to read my book, but it was not happening - each page just blurred into the next. Looking at the clock through the classroom door it seemed li...e a lifetime had passed.All of a sudden there was a bang as Lisa dropped her book off the side of the table. She tried to lean down to get it but could not reach fully. As she got up and dropped to all fours to get under the desk all i could see was her small tight ass in the air. She leaned forward to reach for the book - her skirt riding up. I eagerly ran my tongue up and down that grey haired old woman's pussy lips, before splitting them apart and wedging my mouth meat into her warm wet hole.Grandma Willow moaned louder, as my tongued pushed deeper inside of her, and she placed her hands on the back of my head and began to grind against my face, clearly enjoying the experience.As I was now being held in place, I continued to lick and poke that old bald pussy in front of me, and the owner moaned louder and was clearly getting more. Under the table, that her Cousin would have been awed by the spike that he held in his hand. Gerta could see the lust in the girl's face, could almost feel her cousin s heart pounding in her chest. How succulent Rachel's pussy must be! How dripping wet, oodles of ooze must be seeping into her fuckin' panties.She remembered how hot and horny for a piece of ass the redhead had been, when they had sucked cunt yesterday afternoon.They went upstairs.As Gerta had guessed, Rachel gasped as she entered. Hearing the accident, Mrs. Clark spun around to see what had happened. Seeing that it was just a bit of spilt milk, she began to walk towards the closet to retrieve the mop."No, Mrs. C., don't use that. Use this," Greg quickly replied holding up a dish towel he had conveniently placed on the table next to the milk.Without even thinking about it, Mrs. Clark changed directions and walked over to the table to take the cloth from Greg's outstretched hands. If she hadn't had such a sleepless night.