I was arching again a moment later when I felt his warm hand grip the base of my cock, and it was quite the shock, since I hadn't even noticed it when... he opened my jeans and slid a hand into my boxers. I was noticing now, though, especially as he waited no time before he began to stroke me with a firm hand, causing me to shift upwards; and suddenly not knowing what to do with my hands, I gripped his shoulders and held on, issuing a small grunt in protest when he released my erection as quickly. “Oh, god…Amy! I’m cumming!” When she felt my pussy grip her finger, she put another finger in, and it doubled the intensity of my orgasm. After my pussy stopped clenching her fingers, she started licking and kissing her way down my stomach, stopping to swirl her tongue around my bellybutton, then continuing down my lower stomach to my mound. When she got to my mound, she began lovingly kissing my bare flesh, giving me goose bumps in spite of the hot water spraying my body. Finally she pressed. Teachers don't get anything like the free time they used to have; new policies and procedures, rigid curriculum, oh, so many things mean that even when they get home they have a great sea of paperwork to wade through, so until the holidays begin Alison is limited, really, to weekends to establish herself solidly in Charles' life.She's made a good start. We left them in her bed having a 'morning quickie', after which they showered and had brunch. Charles pleaded that he had to catch up on his. Ken made sure to take some time, then wandered back into her office. She was absorbed in the information on the mansion that Ken was interested in. Apparently the place had been owned by a very eccentric old man who'd died over a month ago. There'd been a stipulation in his will stating that the place couldn't go on the market until last week, and that it couldn't be shown until yesterday, at the earliest. Joan was getting very confused. And horny. Very horny. Which pissed off the professional.