" he reminded himself, but his willpower wasfailing. There was this sudden curiosity to try it and the more he wasstalling, the more his throat was pa...ched."A little won't hurt..." he figured after a tug of war with his mind. "Ican always drink water to balance it out". With caution, a little waspoured into the glass. Again he sniffed, the aroma more potent than lasttime. "Here goes" he cleared his throat at how raspy it was sounding,before downing the drink in a single gulp.At first it was. “Sir...” she called out. Molly had never spoken to the Headmaster before. She’d often thought him a little aloof, not because he was rude but rather because many men of supreme intelligence had difficulty making polite conversation.But he was pleased to see her. He knew of Molly more by reputation than anything else - Miss Driscoll had taken great delight in regaling their adventures whilst sat on his knee during a particularly dull staff meeting.He stood before her, smiled, and held out his. I do my best to pretend nothing happened. -That's interesting. I ask if you want TV on and you say yes, and suddenly dont even have the curtesy of turning it off when you leave the living room?I blink... oh yeah... tv... right...-Oh sorry about that, I felt I bit weird and left to lay down. I was planning to come back. I look at his neck, he is standing in nothing but shorts, towel on the neck, beads of water running on the side of his neck and trailing down... his hair still wet and dripping.. Lucy was moaning and Mick was panting.She grabbed his belt, unbuckled it and yanked his trousers to the floor. She seemed a little surprised that Mick had gone commando and had no underwear on. She grabbed hold of his cock and started to slowly rub it up and down.Mick eased her dress further down so that it ended around her ankles.He was pleased to see that she too had no underwear on.Se stepped out of her dress and him out of his trousers and he pushed his cock into her. She was so wet that it.