It wasn't that he was angry at anyone. He just needed a few minutes alone without someone babbling in his ear."Mr. Drayton," the teacher said pleasant...y."Mr. Ochs," Andy replied with a smile. Don Ochs was an institution at Eisenhower High School. He had grown up in the neighborhood in the 1960s, gone to college and started his teaching career at Eisenhower's predecessor. When consolidation came, Mr. Ochs had enough seniority to move to a far nicer environment – but he stayed. Now the man was. I could close my eyes and just feel her lips and how her body felt pressed against me.It was a Friday, so the entire weekend was filled with emails back and forth. By Monday morning we had agreed to meet at work early before anyone had gotten there.We arrived about the same time and anxiously walked in together. Again, we went into the office far in the back of the building. Immediately, we were all over each other. My hands were on her ass, her hands all over me. Soon she had dropped them to. . I feel Cindy thrust. ......... UH, Huhnn......, Uh, uh, uh..., and..... I hear Cindy’ breathing, her moans, a gasp, her breath catches in her throat. ........ Ron and Bart are quiet. Except for the distant party noise, and Cindy, the house is quiet..... ..... Cindy rubs her crotch hard against my mouth, her hunger driving her pussy; grinding against my jaw and mouth; my teeth gently gnaw on her. Her legs weaken as her passion. By now, I know that you know how I feel when I see a woman cry. It can be any woman, a little girl, an old woman on her deathbed, a complete stranger, or a close friend. I've told you about that before. I've told you how I feel that I have to fix things. I guess I have some sort of hero complex. I dream that knights in shining armor can be real, and I think I must become one when a woman is upset. It's been that way for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, I wind up looking foolish, I.
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