Don't try to make sense of it; you could sit here for the next hundred cycles trying to figure it out and have the exact same understanding as you do ...ow. Listen, here's all you need to know. I'm... well the best way I can put it that you could understand, is that I'm a passing deity. I heard there's a wicked party happening at this little place I know at the end of the universe, but I decided to take a little detour and have some fun. So I pointed at your planet, and you happened to be who I. She’s wasn’t in the teacher’s lounge and when I asked the secretary if she knew where she was she told she me she was probably still in her room grading papers for the sixth period class. If I was in luck she would give me a few minutes between papers since she didn’t have a fifth period class, just like me. Maybe luck would be on my side here. When I got the classroom I saw that Marsha was just exiting the room. She didn’t see me and continued on her way to her next class. Why had she come. Grabbing his arm to keep it in place, I frantically hump my pussy against his hand. ‘Agghhhhh! Jeremy! Oh Fuck!’ I’m out of control. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We’re just role-playing. ‘I’m cummmming!’ I scream as my pussy convulses around his fingers and I clamp my thighs closed, trapping his hand between them. I pull his face up and shove my tongue halfway down his throat as my body continues to tremble through the aftershocks of my orgasm. I eventually spread my legs, releasing his hand. She stood up slipping on a long sleeved hoodie from American Eagle (a Christmas present Megan bought her this past Christmas). She slipped down the pants she was wearing and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. I licked my lips as I watched the pants drop and my eyes tried to focus on the curves of her inner thigh, searching for a hint of wetness between her legs, or even the definition of her pussy lips against the soft fabric. When she pulled up her pajama pants, she looked over at me..