.. his teacher has told me that he is underachieving and hebecame combative when I told him we were bringing him to the clinic." That's understandable..." Understandable? In what way?" Rebecca inquired."Well... if he's holding something inside, as you suggest, then cominghere would risk its exposure. It's understandable that he would feelthreatened by that."Rebecca touched her chin with a forefinger. She hadn't thought of that.She just figured that Andy didn't like the idea of the clinic. I watched it slide past my nose and across my lips towards Emma’s tunnel. It disappeared inch by inch as Chantel began to fuck her with long slow strokes, the dildo pushing then pulling her pussy entrance as it plunged in and out. As it pulled out, Emma’s pussy relaxed its grip and an occasional drop of her juice fell into my face. I licked at her clit and tenderly bit her long beautiful labia lips. Chantel increased her speed as she thrust it into her with Emma’s head buried deep into my lap. "Erin!" he finally shouted to the girl as she tried to dry her glasses with the cheap paper napkin she had picked from the central creamer station.She looked up at the man in the corner nearest her, slowly rising from a tattered old chair. He wore a gray tweed jacket with leather elbow patches over a white turtleneck and a pair of faded blue jeans. He reached for the cane at his side and hobbled over. His full beard and full head of hair were each a salt and pepper mix, but with maybe a little. It was okay but I didn’t really like either one of the boys. Betty kept telling me I was cute. I knew she was just being a good friend. I did have nice hair – long and a rich dark brown and I never had a problem with it. No bad hair days for me. But standing in front of my mirror I could see that my legs were too short and my bust was too small. I sure wasn’t going to win any wet tee shirt contests! With Betty’s and her parent’s help mom finally agreed to let me go. Betty’s mom and dad took.