I was still cumming, still in a wonderfully warm daze, but sucking cock is mostly instinctive anyway, I think. My tongue knew what to do and it wiggle... beneath the shaft as Principal Walters slipped his fingers into my dark hair and held my head in place so he could fuck me.The nice thing about the principal, aside from the fact that he was a very nice man in general, was that he had a lot of experience. I mean, he was the principal of an all girls high school, after all, and so he didn't try. But just then Mama got out of bed and made herself some coffee. She sat behind David and started asking him things, how was school? did he like his teacher? who were his new friends? would he like to go out later and look for a Halloween costume to buy? David was always polite to his mother, so he didn’t want to interrupt her, but it was already ten and he was itching to get out of there.“Well, I think I’ll take my shower now, Son.”“Oh, OK, Mom. I’m going out to play, OK?”“Of course. You have. "Listen here you...you..." she seemed to be unable to find the word she wanted and trailed off into silence."What have I done now?" I asked in a puzzled and innocent tone."Oh, you beast!" she snapped and stamped a foot.For the life of me I couldn't figure out what I could have done to get her so annoyed all of a sudden, the last thing we'd talked of had been Miss. Thirlby's tits and that was when Carol had thrown her wobbly. Then I sort of remembered her making some sort of comment about her. Despite her slippers, she could feel the chill on the soled of her feet. The same chill that rose goosebumps all over her exposed skin. With each step it seemed to seep through her thin cotton dress and even into her flesh, raising goosebumps all over her body and making her shiver.“I am very cold,” she told Mistress Sinclair, her teeth chattering. “Might I have a scarf or perhaps a coat?”“No, you may not. Now hush. I am not at all fond of spoiled young women who constantly complain. Spare the.