"Despite herself, she did look and saw him trying to hide his newly rising cock."No ... Walt ... No!"Reaching into my briefcase, I took out a tube of ...stroglide lubricant. "Catch, Walt," I said and tossed it to him.He caught it one-handed and looked at it as if he'd never seen such a thing before."No ... Walt, you can't!" Joan pleaded."It's what I want, Joan. End of story. I were you, I'd be figuring out what to tell Donald when I got home walking funny." You fucking bastard!" she spat out. But. Besides, he doubted any of them could be as good as Mrs. Jenkins.Maybe it was because of the regular practice, maybe it was Claire’s tips, or maybe she’d been doing some research ... whatever the reason, Mrs. Jenkins’ oral skills had actually managed to improve as time went on.The new clothing didn’t hurt, of course. As per her students’ instructions, she’d started wearing skirts. After the first few days, she’d started wearing skirts that were obviously brand new. Something about that really. I cum hard on a man's cock when he tells me he's going to cum. I need to know when he is going to cum. It tells me I've completed my task and I've milked his cock to completion with my pussy.I cum hard thinking that even if I asked him at the last second to pull out, he wouldn't be able to pull out of me in time, his primal desire to fill me has taken him over, and he will press down and shove his cock as deep as he can in me as he explodes. I have won, I have turned him on to the point where. Cost me a small fortune in tokens but Jordan was as happy as could be. "So did you have a good time today?" I asked as we were headed home. There was no response and when I glanced over I saw that she'd dozed off – exhausted. I smiled."Jordan... Jordan... Jordan, wake up we're home." Oh ... Oh did I... did I fall asleep?"I couldn't help but laugh. "Yep, just tuckered out are you?"Jordan smiled, yawned again and climbed out of my pickup. "I'm going to bed as soon as we get inside."I laughed.