She left it like that for a moment or two, as if to show her absolute trust, before lifting it clear and dropping it on the floor. She was smiling. Sh... knew what she had done and what she was about to do.The bra was pale lime green lace, pushing up her cleavage. I stared and she looked smug as she caught the direction of my gaze. She stood and I sat up. She undid the clasp on her slacks and slowly pushed down the zip. The slacks made their journey to the floor, to reveal matching lime green. Who could stop me?I stalked out of the bathroom, heading towards the counter. Miss Cheshire was helping an old woman, using one of those scanners – like the ones you see at the grocery store that shines all of those red lights to ring up your purchase – on the book's barcode. School was still in session and the library was mostly empty; only a few, old broads, part of some sort of club, were hanging around."I reckon you'll enjoy this one, Mrs. Crabapple," drawled Miss Cheshire. Her voice. Takes a second, but I do it. I grab her tits. They are huge...but clearly at least a little fake. I don't m ind, they are huge. I reach down and she stops me. I go back to the butt, squeeze, go underneath, and she stops me. I twist her around and make out something fierce. I ruin those tits, and give hickeys to the nipples damn near. Then I go down her tummy. I stop at her button to see if she stops me. Nothing. I unbutton with me teeth, but it seems like movement happen below the. Aaahh! We?ll talk tomorrow. Goodnight, Pauline,thank you.? Pauline slipped out of the room and left. Tom may have been a fumbling amateur but he was learningfast. His tongue was flicking from side to side against the tip of Mary'sclitoris. Mary reached down and grasped the sides of his head, pulling him intoher.? ?Oh, Tom, Oh, Tom, Oh that?s sooo good.? Tom respondedflicking harder as she? pulled harder,easing back as she eased back. Mary? fingers dug into the side of Tom?s head asa wave broke.