‘Oh you’re always trying to get over on someone with that playing for a kiss bullshit, leave her alone,’ A woman’s said, her detached voice be...ng heard before she entered the room. ‘Isabelle this isn’t High School, and you aren’t the Principle up in here. Plus I know she’s too old to be one of your students,’ Said Shaq. ‘She was three years ago… Hello Brandie,’ Said Isabelle. Brandie was shocked to see her high School Principle Mrs. Marshall standing in the doorway. In her a gray business. She got me really horny in just a matter of seconds and it made me sweat even more and I got a hard on. My dick was poking out of my boxers, and I was so horny that I wasn't thinking anymore. All I wanted was to fuck that woman. But I felt too shy to make the move, so I tried the smart way. I dropped the juice on my boxers and my white boxers turned orange. She told me to give her the boxers so she can put them in the laundry machine. I refused a couple of times out of shyness but then I just. No, it hasn’t quite hit those numbers. Yet). So it was with a sigh that I stared longingly at the cages at the pet store, recalling Kay’s promise to take me looking after Christmas, and perhaps, purchase one. Oh, how hard it was to run my fingers over the latch, opening and closing the cage doors, the sound so final, imagining what it might sound like from within, shifting on my feet, finding the perfect movement to stimulate the metal balls in my suddenly very wet pussy, trembling with primal. I pulled the p-pad seat out with the golf balls already in place. I smiled to myself as I attached the seat and I threw my leg over the bike stood it up and hit the start button. She stepped over my bike and settled down on to the seat. she wrapped her legs around me leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me gripping the bottom front of my leather jacket. as the group of bikes pulled out of the parking lot and on to the highway. she pressed her lips to my ear and told me that there was.