Carlson turned around and saw Rick look back at her, but she could prove nothing, and never approached the popular, good-looking athlete about the hum...liating incident.Joe, the big stocky forward, was another student of hers. The girls love him, but to Mrs. Carlson he's just a cocky k** that tries to look up her skirt and gawk at her breasts. She hated it when these c***dren stared at her breasts, and ignored the tingling in her puckering nipples such sexual attention caused her, or denied it. The scene was a nightmare. The blue car had rolled over two others and was currently lying upside down, half on the sidewalk. People in the cars it had hit were sitting, or leaning, staring around them in shock. She ran to the one closest to her and peered inside. The roof had partially collapsed and glass was lying in tiny shards all around her. It crunched under her shoes as she moved. A man and woman were half lying, where they had leaned toward each other at the last second. They said they. I felt like I could go any second. It felt so strange to know who was causing my body to react this way, but it felt amazing that it was happening. I could feel my balls tighten up and the pressure building to the boiling point. I looked down and my eyes met hers one more time she smiled and then all at once, she stopped.“Alright stud that’s enough for now, I don’t want this to end too quickly I’m not done with you yet. Besides, it’s my turn.” She said. My first reaction was to let out a loud. The branch snapped, causing her to lose her footing. She fell out of the tree and landed on the ground with a thud.“Are you okay?” asked Quetzalli.“Yeah, I’m good.” Dana stood and held up the drone triumphantly. “Got it!”Quetzalli’s eyes widened in horror, and Dana followed her gaze to see that her forearm now had an additional joint in it. Her ulna had snapped and was pressing up beneath her skin.“Ah, shit.” She dropped the drone and grabbed her wrist and gave it a yank. The bones crunched.