Chatting adult germany. They didn’t.
Bloody teenagers! I was going to have to spoon-feed them.
On the next round, I grabbed Josh’s hand too and the three of us raced back to the entry with Mandy in the lead.I got between them this time and as the ride built up speed, I clutched my hands (and theirs!) together in mock terror, trying to graft one set of fingers onto the other like a couple of climbing ivies. That didn’t work either.
I was screaming on the outside, but scheming on the inside, and as I played out a little daydream of young love in my head, I realised two things: one, I was horny; and two, I was pressing both of their hands together. Into my breasts!
Reality surged back in a flood of adrenaline. Yes folks, that’s me; I’m that schoolteacher standing in plain sight holding the hands of two students to her breasts.My self-preservation instinct kicked in, play it cool, Jeannie , an inner voice whispered to me.Without moving my hands (yet) I used my peripheral vision to check on both of them, but neither seemed to have noticed that I was using them to feel me up; they were screaming and holding their free hands in the air just like everybody else. Chatting adult germany.