All I could see, or at least focus on, was a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever, topped by a beautiful cunt."Holy shit, Joy, where did you lear... that stuff?" I asked."You don't need to know, Billy," was all she said.Then she started to sink down toward my face. I knew what she wanted. In my twelve or so years, I had spoken to enough guys, read enough online, seen enough DVDs. She expected me to eat her out and I knew that I had fucking well better do it or I'd never get near Joy again.. He finally released her and Rochelle sat up, wiping off her mouth.“Thanks man, that was great!” He said, shoving his cock back into his pants and Rochelle turned to look at me.“Did you like that Fuck Toy?” I asked with a smile.“Loved it.” Rochelle replied flatly.“Good, you’ve got someone else to service.” I replied, nodding my head at the woman. Rochelle looked at her and then back at me. I nodded at her and Rochelle slowly turned towards her and moved between her legs. The woman looked up at. A cold winter storm - this was almost the middle of December - had moved in. The temperature was hovering a few degrees above freezing and the rain had occasional flurries of sleet mixed in with it. Even with the four-wheel drive of my Range Rover I expected to find the roads treacherous.This may be a surprise to some but Amtrak doesn't set up its schedules with the folks in Newton in mind. The eastbound train usually arrives early in the morning at 3:01 and the westbound arrives a few minutes. I put my hair up in a tight bun, but it took a little extra time. I had just got my hair trimmed. It had grown really fast this time. I had already put my contacts in, but I decided to pop them out and try on my glasses that I hadn’t worn in years. They looked good! I was really looking the part of a sexy teacher! I gave myself a quizzical look in the mirror. Why did that matter? And I wasn’t playing a part. I WAS a teacher. Either way, I stuck with the glasses and went through the rest of my.