I ran my fingertips along the bottom of her breasts where they met her chest blowing cool air against her chest she grabbed my hair and jerked it, pul...ling my grinning mouth up to hers. We kissed alternating nibbling and biting each others lips between eating and drinking our fill. My cock hard it felt caged inside my pants but that was how she liked it, hidden until she was ready for it.I grabbed one of her ever present scarves blindfolding her. Flicking her nipples with my fingertips I loved. She could hear some gasps, a few chuckles, people shifting their weight where they stood. She could also feel the boy leaning even closer into her, could his warmth against her naked skin. There was a long, incredibly uncomfortable pause for Marcia. ?45.3 kilograms, Headmaster,? the boy said finally. ?Very good.? Marcia could hear a pen scratching on paper, so quiet had the room become. ?Mr. Lockwood, will you report her height.? Marcia opened her eyes slightly, peeking through to see the first. .. stern, but compassionate. Something else. Loving?"She turned again and there were tear tracks gleaming on her cheeks. "Yes. If only I'd known how we looked to him; he could have been my son-in-law." She lay the pad down and turned properly to face him. "Can I ask a question?" Certainly. I'm here for you, after all." Doesn't it bother you, seeing us like this?" she waved her hands generally over her body."That's hard to answer. I suppose it's 'yes and no'. Yes, it bothers me. You are a very. ‘Same time same place?’ I smiled. ‘Err, no, Kevin,’ she said. ‘I think we’d better make it a bit later. I don’t know how I managed to make it last time.’ ‘Eight O’clock?’ I suggested. ‘Make it a quarter past,’ she said. ‘A quarter past eight’s fine with me,’ I replied. I was overjoyed that she wanted to go out with me at all. She stood across the room from me and watched me pull on my shoes. I liked the feeling of her eyes on me. ‘I still haven’t got over the way you tie your laces,’ she said..