As you continue your hot, passionate kiss with Sheryl, your hand moves further down her short school skirt and grips her right cheek. Round, firm, beautiful!
Suddenly Sheryl pushes away from you gasping, “Mr. Roberts! Don’t do that!” Her face is very red and hot.
Knowing from experience that a fervent kiss solves small problems, you immediately pull her close again, plant your lips back onto her full, sensual lips and let your tongue continue its explorations. Within seconds Sheryl petite body voluntarily presses against yours again.
Now you have one hand on each of her ass cheeks. One of her hands reaches back to remove your hand but eventually gives up. Once again she pulls away, biting her lower lip, and says, “Mr. Roberts, uh, uh, shouldn’t I call you Gerry or, uh, something other than Mr. Roberts?”
Knowing the importance of maintaining your authority and control, you reply, “Just call me ‘Mr. Roberts’. Remember this is a lesson just as you get in school.”
“Uh…Ok….Mr. Roberts,” she nods as you once again draw her close and plant your lips on hers.
One of your hands slyly undoes the button at the back of her skirt while her mind is preoccupied. She doesn’t notice. So, your hand then quietly unzips the short zipper on her skirt. It instantly falls to the ground.
“Oh, Mr. Roberts! You can’t do that. It’s not right!” Sheryl protests.
You respond by turning her around, kissing her soft neck (her blushing has made her skin so hot!) One hand slides under her white school blouse to feel the warmth and softness of her belly. Your other hand roams up to the top of her blouse and, as her hands tug at yours trying to stop you, you rapidly unbutton her blouse.
As your kisses advance to the front of her neck, Sheryl protests, “No, Mr. Roberts, no. No. Aaah! Ooh!”
You lower her to the ground onto the bed of English Lavender bushes. A little bit bumpy but the flowers smell great as they mingle with the scent of your latest conquest.
Ohh…smell those flowers!
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