But, I never like to base a premise on a few rumors. They were stories that easily pass from student to student, and eventually reach a member of the ...aculty... and hence to me. But enough of that... To add to all of this, last week I received reports from two different members of my faculty, saying they had caught you openly cheating during the midterms.Carl scuffed his shoes on the floor, and looked down at his feet, saying nothing. The bastard probably had a complete portfolio on him, he. DJ quickly moved over and on all fours, tilted her head to look at her big sister. "Can I taste it?"Dawn got a goofy grin on her face and then nodded. And all of a sudden her well- fucked and satisfied expression changed into a contorted grimace of pleasure as she felt her little sister's tongue darting into her semen-soaked channel.Brooke was a little slower to react but no less aroused, as she moved to all fours above me and shyly asked, "Can I taste it?"This was it. Yeah, Brooke had put me. She'd sat in shorts and t shirt that evening chatting, white plimsolls tapping as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She was early twenties, waif slim with dirty blonde hair that she tied back tight in a ponytail. She had a freckled face with upturned nose, her lips not full but wide and sensuous. Her legs were long and trimmed with fine curvy hips, small boobs but a plump pear shaped arse. She spoke so chirpily, with a smile and sparkling eyes. No Dave I was fine with, it was his wife Stacey. ”“Yeah, yeah,” she hissed and glared at me. She reached behind her and unhooked her. “I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of crying.”I grinned as she undid the clasp to her bra. “The only satisfaction I get is from doing my job right.”“And cumming on hot girls' faces does what for you?”“I can't help it that it feels good,” I answered. “It's simple biology.”She slipped off her bra and tossed it on her desk. Every guy in the room, the professor and me included, groaned at the sight of.