.. well, I'd rather look at my classmates.Once the announcements were done, Mr. Johnson got down to business with a graphic discussion of proper hygie...e made all the more interesting because the class was co-ed. I'd never understood what a urinary tract infection was, but it was fascinating to watch the girls blush and then perk up when the teachers offered some simple preventative measures like drinking cranberry juice and peeing after sex.Once the 'dirty work' was done class evolved into a. I felt a hand travelling roughly up my inner thigh towards my panties."Spread your legs!" they ordered and I obeyed but reluctantly.I laid there waiting for them to do something. One reached down between my legs and began to touch my pussy through my panties. "The bitch has her sweet pussy shaved!". They continued touching me. My panties finally were ripped off me and some fingers began to probe my sex. I felt so ashamed and helpless as they ravaged my body. I felt worried and more ashamed as I. So I took it easy, slipping a little inside, applying more lube, slipping further down.Finally, I felt comfortable enough for it to fully fill me; I sat down on it, totally impaled by this monster. Well, comfortable may not be the exact correct word. Stuffed is more like it.Sir came in after a time. He looked pleased. He moved straight to my face, and placed his cock just out of my reach. I leaned forward, my lips seeking him out. My tongue just licking him. He moved away, and I had to rise on. I sat down in the big chair and read them quickly and they all seemed to me to be above board. All in all, between Tran and I, we were giving Mark five acres on each side of the property lines. The cabin had been built straddling the lines between her property and mine so we had equally given them the acreage. There was no mortgage, and the property and cabin were free of encumbrances of any kind. The taxes looked cheap enough to me. I did notice the fencing around the property had already been.