You feel filthy, you're acting like a bitch on heat in the toilets. The sluts in the films he likes to watch had never done anything this base or crud.... You're nearly there. You cry out in ecstasy. Its meet by a cry of , “what the fuck!” Your eyes bolt wide open.Too panicked to think, your response drops to base fight or flight. All you notice is a couple of figures in the doorway. A sense of amazement, shock, total surprise and disbelief written clearly over their open mouthed expression. You. I thoughtI wouldn't be able to sleep. I thought the boobs and clothes andeverything else would distract me and keep me awake. I was wrong.A gentle push from K woke me up an indeterminate, dreamless period oftime later. She knelt next to me and watched me expectantly. "Cindy?" shesoftly asked. "Are you ready?"One thing about me, I wake up quickly. I really do; nothing of thismoaning and rolling around in bed bullshit. Nothing drives me up the walllike someone who takes an hour of bitching and. Her waist was above the bed and her waist was moving rapidly, to and fro, giving me not an opportunity to explore her cunt anymore. Still I held her thighs tightly and inserted my finger into her cunt, for a moment she was silent, but then she was violently moving the next moment and it was then I squeezed her nipples between two fingers and bit her clit and she came with an enormous orgasm and was wet like hell.The honey juice started flowing and she became cold too. I enjoyed her juice while. Cynthia was dark haired girl, with average size and athletic body. As a lot of young people of her age, she was opposed to her parents and despised the stupid rules of her school. It was not unusual for her to be punished for silly little things.This time she had been punished after been caught showing her middle finger to another student during philosophy class. She had a four hours detention with her professor, Mr Stafford. He was the fantasy of all girls with his dark curly hairs, his manly.