Her head was tipped back and her beautiful blue eyes were closed. A smile played over her lips, punctuated by an occasional gasp as Paris tugged harde....Paris' skirt had fallen down over Rory's hand, covering exactly what the brunette was doing. There was no doubt in the pretty black haired teacher's mind exactly what that was however. Squelching noises loud enough to reach her ears and the wild bucking of the blonde's hips left very little to the imagination. Then imagination was thrown to the. I then removed her skirt and soaked knickers to re eat her neatly trimmed pussy, the hairs so light blonde to be nearly invisible, her fleshy lips puffed out and inviting, drops of juice dripping out. I leaned over and kissed her sensitive clitoris making her shiver. “Oh Yes Joe. Eat My Cunt!” she urged me. I used myntongue, Lips, fingers and mouth as her copious juices flooded out till she moved her pelvis against my tongue thrusts and pulled my head even deeper for her then groaned loudly as. I kept the frown to myself though and sipped quietly. It was strong. Hoo boy it was strong. I was going to have an interesting time walking home if I indulged in too many more of these cups. It was around the third glass when the door opened again behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. Mildly irritated I glanced over at the newcomer and briefly locked eyes with the young man. Another shiver went down my back, his smirk was entirely too predatory. Nope. All set thanks. No more one night. The upshot was that Lord Camberwell was taken before the Justice of the Peace and he was fined 100 guineas, had to pay the girl 50 guineas and was sent to prison for 30 days. And he had to serve all those 30 days in Newgate with all the roughs and toughs from the low life of London." That wouldn't happen here." You sure? Word would only have to get to the sheriff or that fiery new minister at the non-conformist chapel they've just built, and you could find yourself behind bars. Your past.