.. which she did.I laid down on the floor facing up.Amy Jo then got on top of my and sat on my face with her knees on the floor and her thighs at the ...ides of my head. (close up pic of Amy Jo's soft thighs below)Amy Jo's vagina was on my face and starting to get wet. She started to rub her vagina all over my face... her short brown pubic hairs were brushing my forehead, my nose and my mouth. The more wet Amy got, the more vaginal mucus she would start to smear all over my face. (Photo of Amy's. About half way through masturbating to the thought of Mrs Peters, I heard the door open and close again and the distinct sound of high heels coming towards me, the door opened and to my suprise Mrs Peters was standingthere in the boys toilets watching me rub one out. The building had still some work to be done so the toilets were off limits to students however one of the builders was a familly friend so I got in there with no problemI was about to cum but she pushed my hands away and held them. Isolde giggled as they clinked glasses. “Plooka, huh? And just whose ass are you thinking about plooking?” she asked. “Not mine!” Terry said quickly. “Gee,” George said, “I’ve never had a French maid before.” Isolde thought she heard a little edge creeping in beneath their thinly veiled banter, and cut it off, saying, “Stop it, you two, or I’m going to feel left out.” “Your left one IS out,” George said, and lightly brushed the side of his wine glass across her nipple. Isolde gave a little gasp. I'm so glad you called." Thanks. So do you."We chatted about nothing for a few minutes, when I got up the courage to address the obvious subject."So Lisa, this is pretty awkward, but I wanted to talk about that little conversation we had at the party last week." I'm sure I was blushing, which is not something I do a lot now that I'm over forty!"Sure." she said. "Look Sue, I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know what I thought. You don't need to say anything." Actually,.