The next two weeks were agony for me. I wanted to call Frank and get the verdict first hand, but I knew that a brutal rejection would send me into a t...il spin. I felt better off in the little shell I had created for myself. By the time the period was over, I had reconciled myself to the fact that New York was to be a brief experiencethat the interlude with Frank would ultimately teach me the difference between love and lust. On the final day, my boss gave me my paycheck early and allowed me to. Her mother, she assumed, had heard about the recent encounter (nothing was kept secret in their small market town, especially when the gossip centred around the elegant English teacher). But there was no way Molly could talk about sex with her mother.Molly arrived at the bottom of the central corridor which spanned the length of the main school building. The school hall was in front of her, the school cafeteria beyond it. She turned the corner, passing the vending machines that were busy. Thrust his whole hands deep inside my pussy. He was not saying anything at all to me just fucking me and sucking on my erect nipples. I had one of the biggest orgasms ever. I began to cum as he fist my pussy so hard and fast. I lifted my whole body so I can ride on his hands. I began to fuck his hand back as I leaned over to grab his now hard as rock cock.The only sounds we heard was the squishing sounds of my pussy juice and him moaning as he fucked me. I was speechless but having the time of. Exactly.I should get our coach back here and build a Machine inside it. We could, after all, not trust the good Miss Fortune to be as generous as she had been so far. I managed to get the coach back to our workshop and was in the middle of converting it when Chris came to me one day."Dad," she said a little hesitantly."Yes dear." I knew that she wanted something, otherwise, she wouldn't call me dad."I think there is something wrong with Charlie!"My head snapped up in alarm from the work I was.