Intentionally or unintentionally, he had not been sure. All he knew was that he did not want her to use that wooden-backed brush on his bare bottom ag...ain. He quickly returned his focus to his teacher.“Very well, young man. Let’s begin, shall we?” Mrs. Taylor took a deep breath.The sixteen-year-old nodded.The questions were relatively simple. Mrs. Taylor spoke softly and her clear, Normandy accent made the boy relax, as well as get aroused. Thankfully, his French teacher could not see this from. Happy again, I wiggle back into my sun lounger and bring my left leg up to hide my bikini clad pussy. Somehow, a hand ends up resting on the top of my right thigh whilst the naughty digits of its partner run their teasing nails along the soft flesh of my stomach just above my fabric covered pubic mound. I allow myself a tiny murmur of pleasure, stretch my body out beneath the warming sun and fix my eyes on a point just to the side of my beautiful couple … starring beyond them but taking in. In contrast to the outside there were only about ten people in the pub. Clearly the sunshine outside being preferable but I needed to work and needed a table so needs must. Many tables were still covered in dirty plates showing that lunchtime had been busy. I ordered a glass of red and a tuna ciabatta and turning to the right, went into the separate side area screened from the main bar area where it was noticeably quieter and sat at a table with my back to the wall. The pub was really well. I popped my head off his cock and kissed and nibbled at his huge ball sack. He had the mos pubic hair around the base of his cock but he also had on his sack. These hairs ran along my tongue as I worked on him. He gave a shake of his body as I let out a moan. My pussy was on fire and my thoughts were only of lust,i shifted my mouth from one ball to the other getting them nice and wet. Looking down at me with a pale face he grabbed my head and led my mouth back to his candy stick all the.