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Back in the present, at the Senior Dance, Charles Rexham couldn't keep his eyes off Morey Marsh. Tall, black hair, long legs, and that dress emphasized her ass and tits. "Dr. Robinson, are you sure she's eighteen and a student? She could pass for twenty-five."

"No, Mr. Rexham, she's a student. Do you want me to arrange something for you?"

"Damn, she's beautiful. I'd like that." Left unsaid was that if Charles Rexham had a ‘date' with Morey Marsh, he wouldn't have a ‘date' with Dr. Robinson's wife, Charity.

As elated as Dr. Robinson was that his wife would not have to service Charles, Charity did not feel the same way. She had a satisfying sex life with her husband, but nothing satisfied her like Charles Rexham's tongue. When she was sitting with her legs spread in that third-floor enclosed patio overlooking the bay, his tongue almost seemed addicted to her pussy. He just wouldn't stop eating, she thought with a smile.

Nothing satisfied her like his tongue, except when she was riding that magnificent cock. She wanted to believe it was her pussy that made his cock stand tall; so tall. Her pussy, what did Charles call it, her scrumptious pussy begged for him not to cum so her pussy could experience that cock all night.

Then there was the feeling of satisfaction when she had that huge cock down her throat and felt the warmth of his explosion. Like when she was riding him, she didn't want Charles to cum, so she could keep sucking it.

Monday afternoon, when Morey Marsh opened her locker, there was a bottle of Southern Comfort sitting there, and there just happen to be a photographer taking pictures. There was no doubt it was Morey; no doubt it was her locker and no doubt that it was Southern Comfort.

In the superintendent's office, "Ms. Marsh, this is a serious violation of school rules. I can suspend you; you won't be able to attend graduation and I'll send letters to those colleges and universities rescinding my recommendations. What were you thinking?"

Morey denied that it was hers, but the evidence was overwhelming. "Dr. Robinson, I'll do anything and please don't tell my parents." That was the signal for Charles Rexham who'd been waiting in the office next door to enter.

"Ms. Marsh, do you know Mr. Rexham?"

"Of course. Everyone knows all the Rexhams. Mr. Rexham, nice to see you again," Morey stood up and shook his hand. She was taller than him, even wearing sandals.

"Ms. Marsh, Mr. Rexham has a way of making problems like this go away. I'll take a walk."

Over the next few minutes, Charles explained how he could make sure no one knew about the incident."

Morey Marsh knew exactly what he meant. She'd been looking forward to the end of school, going off to college and losing her virginity. Among her friends they talked openly about it. Who they'd give their virginity to; what it would be like. "I heard it hurts?"

"I heard it only lasts a minute?"

"Mary Katherine told me that Tommy almost stuck it in the wrong hole."

"Ewwwww, that's disgusting."

"Helen Smith, who graduated last year, did it for the first time with one of her college professors, she said it was amazing."

The consensus among the senior girls was that they needed an older man to take their virginity."

Here was Mr. Rexham offering her a chance to wipe her record clean, and

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