“I suppose you’ll tell your father about this if I don’t let you fuck me tomorrow too.” She bitched as she lay her head back down on the car a...d concentrated on breathing. I couldn’t believe that after all this, the “bitchy” had returned full force. I smiled and tucked my wet dick back into my shorts. Nothing she could say now could ruin my mood.Then Mom did something else that shocked me. She slid off the hood of the car and dropped down to her knees in front of me again. She pulled me to her. She arched her back and pressed her ass into his crotch. Her hands groped his loins. He flipped her short top over her protruding breasts, exposing them. Dave hefted her milkers in his strong hands. The firm globes felt smooth and woarm in his hands. At first, he avoided touching her aching nipples. He squeezed and kneaded her tender mammaries. His fingers grazed her angry red aureoles. Her chest heaved with desire. Finally, he ran his fingertips over her hard tit tips. He rotated his hands. Suddenly, the three teachers were all standing and making their way out of the classroom. They looked carefully along the corridor and when they saw that no one else was there, they turned and walked towards the headmistresses study. They walked into the office and were thankful that Miss Salmon, the school secretary, wasn’t there, and they went and sat on the three chairs that were by the door to the study.Miss Brent smiled and said, “Crikey, I feel like a naughty college girl,” adding, “I. "So you give him a handjob when he does well on his homework?" I asked."Yes. Sometimes I'll jerk him off when he does some chores too. Like if he cuts the grass and tidies the garden, I'll make him drop his pants right there on the back step. That's the most exciting I think, he's always looking to make sure the neighbours aren't looking over the fence."Me and my sister Joanne were always highly sexually charged as kids. We used to masturbate together frequently and always taught each other new.