.." the elder paused, searching for the right word, "such a novel idea? Why do you think you know more than the entire expedition ... more than the en...ire council?"The young male was obviously ill at ease under the elder's verbal examination, "My idea is just a different interpretation, a suggestion. I didn't say my idea was the correct analysis. We are trying to interpret a civilization that ceased to exist over 800 years ago. Why are my ideas any less valid? Why does the symbol have to. The class, a mixture of senior boys and girls, would much rather joke around and play on their phones.You notice your teacher wiping her brow, then quietly pleading to the class to try and focus for the remaining half of the hour. Her blue eyes meet yours, seeming hopeful to have at least one student listening to her.Stacy Bickler was one of the younger teachers at Westside High. Her face, and body for that matter, looked younger than her twenty-seven years. You make note that she seems to be. I blushed at being caught in the act and Bill said something to Maria and she sat next to Bill. Maria reached over and pushed the back of my head down to Bills cock and I continued my addiction to Bills beautiful cock.Bill was sucking Marias tits which were bigger then I imagined. Big brown areolas and her nipples were thick. About as thick as the tip of my little finger. As I sucked Bill I moved my hand to Marias pussy and felt it slick with her own pussy juice. Bill told me to move and Maria. I suddenly got another hard on looking at her. She immediately noticed my hard on and started laughing. “Does that thing ever go down?”, she asked laughing. “Well, not when you’re around looking like that!”, I said laughing. She looked down and now saw how transparent her shirt was. “Geezzz, I might as well not even be wearing a shirt.”, she said laughing. “I’m going to need to change if I can find my clothes. Shit, seriously! Where the hell are my clothes?”, she continued and started.