I swing the door open and gasp. It’s empty. All my books are in my backpack. And I feel light-headed again. I left my backpack at home. Minds rush t...rough my head, causing a headache again. With no cell, I have no way of hoping to reach Tyler and I have no hope of passing any pop quizzes, exams, or anything that could require books. I jog to my class, undoubtedly late, and all my energy is gone. Ms. Sanders, my English teacher, isn’t harsh on me until she realizes I don’t have books either.. My coach stares deep into my eyes while he rubs my soaked lips. I’m starting to feel a little light headed from his special touchings. As I feel his fingertip start to push inside me, I swallow before letting out a shuddering moan. His index finger slides into my helplessly wet pussy with ease, and my sensitive hole squeezes him tight. He keeps opening me up slowly as he sinks more of his finger into me. All I can concentrate on . . . is how fucking good his. I love the game. I suck at it, but I love it.She was working the back office, and I was sent in to settle up with her for a two-year membership, giving me an even deeper discount over two back to back annuals. I was really saving the bucks, and they’d have money for a grounds crew for a month, and maybe a couple of electrical bills, on my dime.She was very friendly, and I noticed when the pro walked me back that she was treated well by the other staff, not to mention she was very friendly with. ”I take the bottle and complete what is missing ... She drinks almost everything ... I drink from the same glass the little that remains. His eyes shine and the bulge in my waist no longer hides.Naughty she reaches out and holds the hard limb in the middle of my legs."Nice see a man like this. Even more you”.She runs her hand down my thigh.“Come on ... Take off my panties.”I kneel again, she still leaning on the bed by the elbows, she helps pull on her skirt sómy hands can come in and know the.