I fell asleep in English. That's when my teacher tried to wake me up and I called her Mom. I did lousy at the swim meet." Don't tell me you lost." Oh,...yeah, big time. Two out of three. I'm sure it would have been all three but I decided I'd lost you and it wasn't doing me any good to sit around and moan about it. I came back into my own in my third race. When I talked to you on the phone Thursday night, it was like you saved me from drowning. I know it was all my overactive imagination, but I. She could feel her oncoming orgasm as her fingers flew up and down her cute slit. Lost in her passion, her hands moved of their own accord. They teased, tugged, and finally zeroed in on her clit. Her orgasm sprang up and washed over her, she convulsed on her bed. Her silent scream made her mouth tense up and twitch, her body was stiff like a statue of pleasure.As she came down from her cum, she heard a gentle shuffling outside of her room. Knowing that her mother was asleep already, she became. Breathless and spent, he released my hips and I shakily bent over to pick up my clothing. The pressure that I felt between my legs was the beginning of a dull ache that would surely cause difficulty when I sat down. “I hate to cum and go, but we have a meeting soon.” He lifted his pants and his buckle clanged loud above our hushed tones. “Yes, see you there…thanks,” I smiled as I collected my panties and nylons. The staff meeting was in thirteen minutes and I looked freshly fucked. I scurried. ’ After a few more minutes of frank discussion, as students debated who was to blame for today’s excess sexuality, Madison asks another question. ‘Professor Jefferson, is that why you always dress so properly? To become more white?’ That surprises me, but I explain. ‘Not to be more white, but to be seen as an equal to whites. How one dresses defines, at least in some respects, who one is.’ Madison reflects on this briefly before saying, ‘So how does what I wear define who I am?’ I pause,.