Filtering his hands, effortlessly in a sweeping glaze over her foot’s scared roughed up bottom’s curves, she shifted again at his ticking touch. G...ving his mind, a playfulness, holding her foot in the air before him. His other fingered palm reached and undid his buttoned pant’s top half, revealing an enlarged hung hardened male member. Which shot up and out while he kneeled down, grasping her foot gently down towards his flexing woodened delight. Upon the touch over her heel, that sensitive. I wondered who was fucking whom.I quickly realized that it didn’t matter. My cock was finally in a real live pussy, not that I would put it in a dead pussy. I was thrusting and she was thrusting. She was playing with my balls with one hand and holding herself up with the other hand. I reached under and felt of her breasts and her nipples.Soon it occurred to me that she was trying to make me cum quickly so that it would be over with. I looked over at Tabatha and mouthed the words, “Thank you”. I wasn't sure if he saw me or not. I hope he didn't.Chris was already in his desk when I entered Algebra class. He turned and looked at me as I walked through into the classroom. His lips were closed gently, and his face showed no general emotion, but I could tell by his eyes, the way that he looked at me, that he was happy to see me. I sat a couple of seats away from him, close enough, but not too close. I didn't wanna be the type that clings on to someone like a leech, I wanted to at least. ..?She sat down in a chair opposite him, legs wide apart, showing her vagina for the world. She found her perfect police helmet on the floor and put it on her head, looking completely improper. He smiled.'You’re crazy', he said.'Look who's talking', she answered and drank some more wine.'We will go to hell', he continued.'No, Sir, that's in my power', she said and burped.The Government Secretary remembered the first time he saw Mildred Ratched, on a photo, five years earlier. She was Police.