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”Five minutes later, Miss Foster came back from her lunch break. She had seen Emma outside and therefore knew that Miss Jackson was alone, and so, without knocking, she entered the study and saw the suddenly contrite look on Miss Jackson‘s face. Miss Foster was sixty-years-old and wearing a short-sleeved white blouse and dark blue skirt, with dark blue tights.Miss Foster ordered, “Get up, Jackson, and stand in front of your desk.“ Things were reverting to their now normal structure in the headmistresses study and Miss Jackson knew what that command meant. She quickly got up and walked around the desk and stood in front of it, looking down at her chair and desk. She watched as Miss Foster went and sat in her chair and looked up at her with a glare and demanded, “Did Emma go with my idea of additional strokes for better marks?”Miss Jackson replied, “Yes she did, Miss. It was very good of you to suggest it. I suppose I should’ve thought about it, but I didn’t.”Miss Foster smiled. She. Hell, I thought it would never stop and was shooting like a firehose. I know she said as she wiped a streamer of cum from her cheek and looked down at her soaked nightgown. Ill have to change before I go to bed now…..and find someplace to hide this until it dries. I had no idea it was going to be that messy Cindy tried to clean up the cum as best she could but finally gave up and pulled the soaked nightgown over her head. She began to wipe the thick, hot cum from her stomach and breasts with the discarded nighty. Jimmy watched for moment and then leaned over and began to lick the cum from her nipples. Cindy gasped and the moaned as Jimmy took a thick, stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. His lips grasped the quivering nipple as his tougue flicked back and forth over the super-sensative end. Cindy shuddered and her pussy began to clasp and contract as Jimmy continued to suck and bite her nipples. He slipped his hand down to her soaked panties and rubbed up and down her swollen.
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