He was perhaps the only teacher left in the country who insisted on using an overhead projector, which beamed his decades-old teaching notes onto a la...rge screen that was stained yellow, as if to suggest it was itself an historical artefact. Suffice to say his description of the industrial revolution was unlikely to inspire a new generation of historians or engineers.On the face of it, Mr Jenkinson did not approve of the Headteacher’s progressive approach to education, and he would mutter loudly. I released her ankles and let her put her legs down on either side of me. I leaned forward, supported on my hands and knees and resumed rapid, rhythmic stroking inside of her pussy. In addition to the incredible wetness that was flowing out of her, Carol’s vaginal canal was super tight. And she had great control of her muscles. I noticed that Bob was sitting in a chair to the side of the bed slowly stroking his engorged cock. I was having a really hard time holding off cumming.Carol had been. "The fuck!? You said this was just a blowjob!" Rob grunted "Yeah, I said that.. But things change.." he put his hand between her legs, noticing she was wet he smiled "Ah, you kinky whore.. Getting off watching your little boyfriend take a cock?.." Dawn flushed red, "N-no! No.. I.. " Rob began stroking his finger against the wet patch and soon Dawn was squirming "N.. Fuck! Oh fuck.. That feels good.." She squirmed, closing her eyes and moaning softly. "That's it babe.. " Rob was surprisingly. Although I was spent I watched as the 2 teenagers proceeded with a long lingering kiss, and my cock maintained its hardness, and I felt a reassurance as the girls separated. Grabbing Claire’s skirt with one hand, I reached around her slim waist with the other and pulled her towards me, as my erect cock bobbed in front of me, pushing the skirt between Claire’s legs. Her smooth inner thighs quickly closed and trapped me for a moment, before a hand grabbed at my weapon. Claire sensed my passion.