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A Boy at a Girls School | 2p1k3 | 13

 

leaves several hickies on Mrs. Evelyn Stoller Taggart’s bare neck and shoulder. “ can you please get him under control? It is bad enough that everyone knows we were married this year.”

giggles and rubs ’s cock through his pants, indeed trying to help distract from her wife, Evelyn. is having her first child now too. She wanted to wait until she finished the Harvard all girls prep school they were in. Now that they are finishing their last year.

“I am up for review by the private school’s owners. They already suspect the my first child was sired by , let alone the second one growing in my stomach. I would like to keep my job.” Evelyn says exasperated though her mewling and whimpering in pleasure and desire does little to convince anyone.

The baby in question is being attended to by a wet nurse during this lunch. Since that first day they have been traveling as far as they can for lunch, at the same place. Evelyn is dead set on separating their ‘play’ from school. and fail to see the problem with it.

“I am sorry, Love but I happen to know how much you enjoy being very physically amours.” says after giggling insatiably.

’s parents are rich, which is why he went to private school in the first place. His father thought it was awesome that he knocked up the college’s principal. After both and he explain that they both are the ones responsible for ‘corrupting’ the school administrator.

“Besides, you haven’t you already submitted your resume to Harvard?”

That family influence also is why Evelyn’s job is there for as long as she wants it. Especially since she is good at her job and now has ’s last name. Harvard is different but its difference just means it would work a different way.

“How can they hire a teacher who is married to two freshmen?”

“Easy, they would keep you in a different department and teaching different classes than the ones we are in.” Evelyn moans as licks the hickies on her throat.

Their server is bringing over the pizza now and the three of you compose yourself. Evelyn straightens her blouse and skirt. pulls her hands out of your pants, forcing you to bite your tongue to keep from groaning in disappointment. She notices and giggles while nipping your ear before settling down.

 

How Is Lunch? After? What Next?

 
 

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