”Mrs. Jennings gave an audible sigh and was again blushing, “You really don’t have to be so crude or use that type of language.”I didn’t rep...y but just chuckled. I got off the bed and sat on my bench press weight bench and watched Mrs. Jennings get dressed. She seemed a little less modest about her body now. As she put on her garter belt, stockings, and attached them to the garters I thought she did so very sensually. What made it sexier was the fact she did not realize she was doing it in. After a minute or so, Heather looked over her shoulder at Jason, pure lust in her eyes. I am ready for you to fuck my ass. Jason resisted the urge to plunge roughly into her ass because he knew that would cause pain. Instead, he spread her butt cheeks with his hands and slowly began to withdraw his thick black dick, savoring the sight as it emerged from the depths of her bowels. Jason gazed down at the smooth expanse of Heathers back, her trim shoulders, and narrow waist, pushing his cock back. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll try to be in a better mood. Okay?”“Sure,” I said. “No problem.”We said goodbye and hung up.“Yeah,” I grumbled, “beating ‘em off with a stick.”Trip didn’t call Randi, so I gave him a hard time about it over breakfast. For whatever reason, he had to work up the nerve before he was brave enough to make a move. I didn’t have the same problem, but I knew why: Susan. I probably would’ve been just like Trip if I hadn’t met her. Gina also helped, as well as my. Would I? Yeah any guy would have been a fool not to; man that girl had just about everything a randy little shit like me could want at the time. But there were other fish to fry that didn't call for me to suck up to a stuck-up bitch like Helena Fordyce.As time passed I saw Helena around college and the town quite a bit. We never spoke, more like looked daggers at each other. You know what really pissed me off? If ever I looked her way the bitch would be staring back at me with a hateful.