He unbuttoned his overalls and slipped them off.

Naked, he began to creep down the aisle, coming up behind the girl, drawn to Jennifer's ass like an iron filing to a magnet. And his cock was as hard as any iron filing. Claude's body was skinny, and his prick was out of all proportion to his scrawny torso. His cock looked like it had been grafted on as an after-thought or fitted as a retread – a slender man fitted with the prick of an elephant. His massive prick towered before him, thrusting toward the ceiling. He was bending over from the waist. His cock head almost brushed him under the chin. He kept his eyes glued on the wonderful sight of Jennifer's shapely ass.

She never heard him.

A herd of horses could have thundered down that row of bookshelves without breaking the girl's concentration now, for her hopes were about to be realized.

Julia Childress was going to suck Hammond's prick.

Jennifer bunched her fingers up, ready to emulate the act.

Claude crept ever closer, he came right up behind the unsuspecting teenager.

The shadow of his prick fell over her ass like the pointer of a sundial – a sundial calculating the remaining moments of Jennifer's innocence.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Miss Childress was perched on the edge of the desk, in the same position she had been in when Hammond had knelt between her legs and gobbled her pussy, but she was leaning forward now, her back bowed instead of being arched as it had been. She continued to gaze appreciatively at the gym teacher's athletic prick. There was a definitely hungry look in her face.

Hammond moved a step closer, his prick so long that he looked like a pole-vaulter about to compete. The librarian was sliding her cardigan down over her shoulders.