“that must have been something else” she thought as he said in a dark and pleasant voice: “Are you sure you can take what you are asking for?”...he sniggered slightly, her self-confidence towards men that she had always possessed rising as well as her still unstoppable desire making her act: “Don’t worry, you are not the first nor the tenth guy I’ve been with. I know what I want, I take it and right now I’m willing to take you!” The man raised an eyebrow slightly, and then he said with a small. She stops breathing for a moment, a long moment when she concentrates only on what she feels inside. His hard cock is filling her. This moment, short and painful, when he went all the way inside, hitting her womb hard, and before he will pull back, is when she sees him at his purest. Desire rises, his cock pulses, her muscles squeeze him inside. That moment of quite, of pause, is over. Now she will surrender herself to him and open, offer herself unconditionally, and her wetness will be proof. She recognized the block and stairs.She wasn't sure which number though. She did remember that ten or twenty or thirty years before her eldest br0ther. Frits had tried the same and took a look after his retirement. He stood there pretty sure of looking at the right house.Hesitatingly an elder lady in waiting at the doorstep asked him politely if she could ask him maybe a queer question.She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown. It wasn’t always like this.I teach science. Where isn’t important. Let’s just say it’s older kids, high school juniors and seniors mostly. It’s no place special and the school itself is just an average public school you could find anywhere throughout the country. Besides, I’d hate to have this story get out. The internet and other technologies have made it really easy to trace people these days over just the smallest revealed detail. I am still somewhat amazed that I have not gotten into more.
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