Jill looked at me like a crazed woman; eyes wide; breathing hard and a little sneer of a smile. “How do you like that?” she was saying to me, wit...out actually saying it. This was different. I was fucking Carol’s love hole, while my cock rubbed against Jill’s fingers, which were also fucking Carol’s pussy. And, as an added benefit to this arrangement, Jill’s fingers pressed against Carol’s clit. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” Carol barked as she lifted her face out of the pillow. Jill’s. Jim agreed with her, and stated his praise as well.Amber and Wendy piped up, "Tell him about the disrupters."Jim eyed his son again. Jason pointed to the girls and spoke."That was your idea, and you should be the ones to tell him."Amber looked into her dad's eyes and saw that he wanted her to go ahead, so she began."Dad, we found (theoretically, of course) that if we use the communications laser as the power source, we can osculate the wave patterns of the light, by focusing it though a. So, for me, if Elsie wasn't winding me up, Mike was going to make all of my frustrations vanish. As expected, the cleaners called in on the detention class and dropped off the keys to the staff room. Once the detention class was over, I went back to the staff room, and let myself in. The blinds had been closed and I turned on a solitary light, and waited. I wondered if I was being a part of a sick prank pulled by Elsie as a few minutes passed by. Then suddenly, the door opened, and in walked. I picked the long sleeve, because it was still a little cool out.The t-shirt seemed to have a layer of padding. I read the tag. It said the shirt was called Impact-Skin. It was designed to absorb high velocity baseballs which hit you in the torso. It also was purported to wick perspiration from your body, and had a patent pending airflow cooling system. I hoped Moose and Coach Haskins hadn't figured that out yet. They would have us digging in and getting hit by pitches.Our shirts had Lincoln.