As I eat my lunch I ponder my next step, I wonder how far I am from the beach. It’s 2PM and the only other person in the pub is the bartender. He'... good looking, tall, fit, well dressed, dark hair and vibrant alluring green eyes. I finish my salad and take my beer up to the bar to chat him up. I tell him where I'm from and how desperately I need to start meeting people and find a place to stay. I can tell that he finds me attractive. I catch him frequently glancing at my big perky breasts.. That's alright, i really don't mind. i'm flattered." mrs. brinson stood from behind the typing desk and rolled it back into the corner from where she got it. "james why don't you come over here and sit in this chair." she said, pulling out the chair from her big desk. as i raised myself of my chair i grabbed a sketchbook to try and conceal my obvious bulge. "james you can leave your book there," she said with a smile on her face. i don't know if i even took a breath during that long. My spunk shooting down her throat and her legs clapping her wet hand between her legs.Once I’d shot my hot cum into her mouth and made a little mess on her cheek and chin she picked herself up and headed to the little mirror which sat on the shelves right next to the teddy bear with the (not so) secret hidden camera. Making sure she was in close up view of the camera she used the mirror to check her very smeared make up and use her finger to wipe every last bit of cum from her face and into her. "I'm Clyde, one of your former English students. I came back to see the old school and hopefully run into you." Oh, yes Clyde," Miss Jones said. "I remember you." The old school hasn't changed much," I said. "Are you still teaching English here?" Well, the school has really changed since you were here. The school is now co-ed, and I am no longer teaching English, I am now the principal of the school." That is a big change." I said."Why don't you follow me to the my office where we can talk.