It was a bit like eavesdropping on the conversation in the Staff Room at school. I was very surprised to discover how much they knew about what went o... in the place. A lot of stuff I thought they weren't aware of was actually common knowledge among them. I also got to hear what they really thought about some of us pupils; a pity I wasn't able to pass word back. It turned out that Diane was a teacher as well. She'd worked at Saint Bridget's, not at our school, which was why I hadn't recognised. They sat watching the b**st and chatting about farm work, sheep, her experience, which was mostly with cattle, and generally getting to know one another. It was then she asked why he had asked her to the doo, saying she was an ugly baggage not a lot of men would have done so and he had surprised her with his answer, taking her back a little, it being so honest! He said, “look lass, here in this village there are three elidable girls, two are hunting husbands just so they don’t have to work. An observer would see, in that moment, two lovers tightly holding each other, her upper ass hanging out of her unbelted jeans and his undone buttons flipped to each side of his cock. He was pummeling her womb, against the wall. Raw and primal, their fucking was unbroken by words; only breathing. Jamie could feel it coming. From deep inside his balls, he could feel the orgasm beginning to build. The sweetness was overtaking him. His cock tingled every time he bottomed out inside this bitch. . Her legs obediently widen as my hand creeps further along her smooth, freshly waxed thigh. A thin film of perspiration coats the plump, firm flesh. “Wider. I won’t tell you again,” my voice is low again, but authoritative. Without hesitation, her thighs part to the point of trembling with the strain. Apprehensive respirations quicken again. Her expression is one of confusion and curiosity. She scans the room constantly for fear of being caught. My hand finds its way to the tender flesh just.