Roy had already started packing our things, and I started on breakfast. There was no way to know when we would get to eat again, or what we would need... to do once we reached Atlanta. I finished packing while Roy ate, and then I joined him. I was sure that Carry would also be making breakfast for Chuck and herself. We were all ready to leave by 0430 hrs. and carried our things down to the trucks after locking up our apartments.The trip to Agency Headquarters was fairly quick since there was. She arched her back and fed himher tits as she felt below for him; she found his sweating memberstiff and ready. She stroked him several times; she could feel himgetting slick with sweat. He dropped down to bring his lips in contactwith her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, tasting the saltinesson them. The texture of the wrinkled skin turns him on. He enjoyssucking her. He stops momentarily to kiss her lips full hard,entwining tongues, dancing in their mouths. His hands drops to her. She tightens her thumb and hand like a pincer to the base of his shaft. She then starts that perpetual motion she has ole so many times before. Stroking the base of the shaft, she swoops her mouth and tongue against his cock. The tip grazing against the roof of her mouth or inner cheek. She moans she moves, each head pop making her underwear a drip wetter than before. The warmth of his flesh drifting to the other regions of her body, namely her groin. Ever as always, the bumps of a cock echoes. I gave the reader an appreciation for the sexy beauty and sensuality of Miss Wilson in my first story about her, but let me repeat myself slightly and tell you that she was one of the prettiest teachers I ever had. She had a very sexy figure and she had the nicest set of breasts on any teacher that I ever had in school. Basically, sexy teachers like Miss Wilson should be outlawed -- no, just kidding. All teachers should be like Miss Wilson and I'll bet the male attendance levels in school would.