He liked cross-country: although he wasn’t much of a long-distance runner, the chance to get off the school premises for an afternoon was enough of an incentive, especially if he managed to share a crafty ciggie with his mate Dave on the way round. Another drop of pre-cum dribbled out, and she rubbed it over the rock-hard points. Indian hot sex Mick Hampton was feeling pretty pissed off. “Oh no, you don’t,” she replied, picking up her bra from where it had fallen onto the floor. Suddenly her voice rose to a crescendo, as she came with a shudder, almost knocking Mr Johnson over as she thrust against him. He wanked even harder as Miss Ford bent over and flicked her tongue over the purple tip, much as Mr Johnson had done to her nipple. Her right hand still pumped his shaft, while her left one clutched at her own breasts as she sucked, squeezing her nipples as she let out a series of little groans. Mr Johnson had put his arms around Miss Ford, and was kissing her in an increasingly passionate way. But what he saw through the gap in the doors made him stop still and hold his breath with surprise. As Mick watched, Mr Johnson had untucked Miss Ford’s white
