“Who are you balls deep in?”
“Umm, Emily Jones,” he answered sheepishly. You could hear the students outside the door, walking through the hallways as I was bent over his desk with my skirt hiked up and my panties bunched around my ankles, getting pounded by Sean. XXNX Sullivan.”
“Well, Miss Jones, how about when I do this?” I wasn’t sure what Sean just did, but Miss Jones squealed in delight. Oh jeez, I’m going to cum!” My orgasm crashed through me, a wonderful explosion of delight. Off came my pants and panties, and I ran a finger through my blonde bush. Maybe it never would heal; I know I can never forgive myself for the ten people that died that day in June. “I’m his wife.”
She flushed. We got off the freeway at Steele Street, drove about a mile-and-a-half and reached Washington High School. It was the first thing the horny Cambodian girl had invented. “Holy shit!” Emily gasped. She had bleached-blonde hair and dark eyes with long eyelashes. We both came so hard that afternoon. I thought about running a bath, pouring a glass of wine, and having a nice, leisurely masturbation. I rubbed my flat belly; I would be showing soon – I was only seven weeks pregnant – and for
