I thought girls are always changing their hair?” I sat next to her, arms and thighs touching.“Other girls are.”“It wouldn’t cost anything.�...�Faye didn’t speak. I put an arm round her, and she leaned into me at least.“She was one of my pupils,” I carried on, “seven years ago. Now she’s a hairdresser and she’d love to help us.” Bridget is a beautician too, but I was taking one step at a time.“You mean, you ... you...”“It was seven years ago, and she was seventeen. Now she’s a married woman and a. I watched as she wonderfully pleasured my shaft and used her free hand to squeeze and play with her nipples.The years of neglect and the taboo of the situation soon caused an explosion in my balls.I felt the growing eruption flowing as my breath quickened. I felt her sucking and stroking quicken as well.I began to moan louder and managed to get out an "I'm cum...” before I exploded in her mouth.She stopped her head bobbing and slowly stroked and sucked all of the juices out of me. I sat there. The lack of a bra allowed her large nipples to push against the material of her blouse, and the hint of darkness surrounding her nipples made me catch my breath. I so wanted this woman. Once I returned to my seat I glanced across the aisle again and caught my breath. Her skirt was bunched higher and her fingers were idly running over the tops of her thighs and her panties. These were pulled tight over her pussy and because of the angle I was fairly sure I was the only person who could see what. She was arching her back and moaning.After sucking for a while I saw teeth marks on the boobs but there was lustful smile on her face I slowly moved down kissing her navel and I saw that she had stained the bed sheet with her dripping pussy juices. I began to rub her pussy n lick her cilt by which her moans got louder she made hissing sounds and with in mins her body began to shiver she arched her back n moand ” aaahhh ohhhh ohhhh am cumming” her juices were leaking out and I drank all of it,.