Her cunt steamed in her hand. She cupped it, but kept her hand from moving, wanting to wait until the action started before she began to masturbate, to time her self-imposed pleasure with that of these eager fuckers.

She had never realized before just how much fun it was to be a voyeur.

Hammond moved toward the desk and paused halfway between the door and Miss Childress. She parted her thighs, letting him look at her pussy. He seemed to enjoy the sight and so did Jennifer. Miss Childress' pussy was foaming with cunt juice and her cunt lips were unfurled so much that they seemed to be turning inside out.

Hammond began to undress.

He removed his tracksuit and underwear and stood naked before the librarian. His torso was rock hard with well-defined muscles, his legs were like tree trunks, and his prick was enormous. Jennifer wondered if he had developed his cock, like the rest of his body, by exercise or if he had been born with such a whopper. It must have been newly a foot long, she thought.

Jennifer was certainly no authority on cocks, having only jacked one off in her life but she could tell that this was no common garden-variety prick, it was a masterpiece. The head was a huge purple slab, flaring out from the thick stalk, and his balls were like over-inflated balloons. The sight of his prick was causing Jennifer's pussy to melt and her mouth to water. Lucky Miss Childress!

Hammond stood there, shoulders back and prick out, proudly displaying his cock. The head of his prick rose up so high that he seemed to be looking over it, like a gun sight, as he gazed at the librarian's pussy.

Miss Childress reached behind her and picked up her panties from the desk. She tossed them onto the floor.

Hammond grinned.

He got down on his hands and knees.

Whatever were they doing? Jennifer wondered.