Richard had died and gone to heaven. He must have had a heart attack in class. That was the only way to explain what was happening right now. Rae looked up at him at his request and then followed through with it, just like Sarah had in his stories. He couldn't help but moan softly as her lips started planting wet kisses all along her shaft. Unlike Sarah, Rae was not completely inexperienced it seemed. All the better for Richard, he thought.<br/><br/>The moan was audible when she shifted her attention to the head of his cock and the precum leaking from its tip. She certainly knew her way around a cock. He even reached out and placed a hand on the top of her head, the first time he had really touched her, to encourage her to continue. She paused every now and then and it seemed like she was enjoying the fingering she was giving to herself.<br/><br/>"Mhm..Sar...Rae, why don't...why don't you take...your shirt off." He murmurs softly down to her. "So you don't get any...get any...uhm...cum on it." He really just wanted to see her breasts but didn't quite now how to approach her in such a manner. He certainly wasn't as confident as the teacher he portrayed himself as in his stories was.