The teacher’s name was Ms. Jensen. She was a pleasant woman, in her late thirties or early forties. The first thing she did was called the roll, and...all the other formalities, but for some reason, I could not keep from looking at those posters. When Ms. Jensen began to talk about the day’s lesson, I began to listen to her. She was talking about the penis and vagina and what they had to do with reproduction. Of course, we had class know-it-all’s who would throw their unsocial remarks in. As she. Bindu asked me to stop as it started hurting her. I told her to relax her muscles. She said, “No. Take it out.” But I didn’t. I bent down and kissed her on the back of her ears and rubbed my left hand all over her back. She relaxed with a sigh.I pushed the carrot in further with my right hand. Now Bindu’s sounds of pain started turning into moans of pleasure. I was kissing the back of her ears and neck. I pushed the carrot slowly and slowly until it was on its edge.I whispered in Bindu’s ear,. That was most of the time, so despite my sexual exhaustion my cock was starting to feel pretty good again.I must have kind of zoned out, because the next thing I knew, Samantha was pulling my swollen but soft cock out of my fly. I couldn't say anything, but I was about to panic. This was insane! "What are you doing?" I mouthed to Samantha.Instead of addressing me, Samantha asked her mother, "So you think this is the last time you get to make a decision before the final battle of the game?"With. ”You gotta answer good sarcasm with like wit, right?It was her turn to laugh out loud.Deborah had an easy demeanor about her. An easy smile and an easy, adorable laugh. I’d guess she was a bit older than I, but not appreciably. She was maybe 5’2”, on the busty side, a tight little ass, short blonde hair, soft green eyes and lips that begged to have lips pressed against them.Yes, I noticed it all. Yes, I knew I should politely excuse myself and get some sleep. But yes, Deborah had quickly.