Sharon immediately monopolized the conversation and started asking Mike why he’d dropped out of the Orienteering Club, but and did he know what fun ...e was missing? Sarah was taking the opportunity to talk to me quietly while everyone else’s attention was diverted. “Were Chloe and I an item?” she wanted to know. I was a bit miffed, I mean what business is it of hers? And I didn’t really want to answer, because I didn’t really want to admit the answer was “no”.My silence was perhaps the answer. "Well, Ron, I think we ought to be working more closely as a team," she responded. With that, she pulled my chair back from the desk and turned me to face her. "You've been talking sweet to me for a few months, Ron, and I'm ready to do something about it." She opened a few more buttons on her blouse, showing more skin but no sign of a bra. "The question is, what are you ready for?"My eyes goggled -- her breasts looked every bit as delicious as I had been imagining them, and I would have loved. (As she describes it, her breathing is becoming ragged.) She tells me her bed is exactly the right height for fucking. (Her language gets dirtier as she becomes more aroused.) She can rock backwards, feeling my cock deep inside her cunt. (She gasps as the word "cunt" bursts from her lips.) She says after I cum inside her, she likes to collapse forward, and put pressure on her clit to recover. She whispers she loves the feeling of a guy's cum on her fingers and clit, hot and sticky. I can tell. “I hit a telephone pole.”“How? Where?”“Downtown.”“Downtown? What were you doing there?”“You know how sometimes some of the teachers get together after school for coffee and talk shop?” Daniel nodded. “Well Roxanne heard of a new shop and wanted us to meet there. I tried going but you know how bad I am with directions and before I knew it I was lost. Even with my GPS.”“How do you always get lost, honey? Just do what you’re told to do and you should be okay.”“I know, but I get turned around so.