He wanked even harder as Miss Ford bent over and flicked her tongue over the purple tip, much as Mr Johnson had done to her nipple. Globules of thick spunk oozed through the lacy holes and over the top. As Mick watched, Mr Johnson had untucked Miss Ford’s white blouse from her skirt and his hands were roaming up her back, caressing her roughly and pulling her closer to him. His right hand strayed down towards her groin, rubbing against her crotch through her skirt, causing it to ruck up so Mick could see the top of her thighs. “I hope the kids don’t notice any damp patches”. “You don’t need to tell me how you feel” she said, “I can feel it for myself”, and she let her hand brush over his erection, making him draw in his breath sharply with pleasure. Before Mr Johnson could say anything, her hand went down to his bulging erection, which was threatening to burst out of his trousers.
