“Idiot!”.The guys ganged up around me as if to listen to the doubt I was clearing. At this point, I was so nervous that I didn’t even know if I ...as solving his query or just blabbering something in German.Suddenly, the guy whose query I was answering said, “Thanks Pranali, please sit down, I have some more doubts”.One of the guys who was behind me offered me a chair. I sat down, thinking my ordeal had maybe ended. But it had only begun!Suddenly, a guy behind me exclaimed, “Pranali, you are so. , you WILL undo the buttons on your blouse and pull the material apart, so that I can confirm this for myself," Greg directed sternly. He held his breath in excited anticipation.With only the slightest of hesitations, her body screaming for release, Mrs. Clark began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. Her face was still a deep red, and the blush was now making its way down her neck and onto her shoulders. Her head hung low as she found it completely impossible to look up and make any. Debra was every bit an active participant during sex. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to make it happen. Her mother was like that too but over the years she had learned to know what she liked, where had a fourteen-year-old girl like Debra learned what she liked, certainly not from nineteen dumb ass teenagers.One of her requests for me to fuck into her with her one leg flat on the bed and her other leg straight up my chest with her foot over my head. In that position I could get. Why did she always wait ‘til the last minute to get her work done! She was just a procrastinator! “It guess it runs in the family,” she said out loud, as she pulled into the school parking lot. Not even trying the front door, Miranda went directly to the service entrance and rang the bell. In about thirty second the heavy door swung open, and there stood the night janitor, Tom Hawkins. “What can I do you for young lady,” he asked? “Please Mr. Hawkins, I left some papers in my locker, I just.