.” Jennifer sighed in defeat, and added, “Goddammit. Fine. I’ll be right there.” She raised her hand.“Yes, Jennifer?” the teacher said.“...ay I go to the bathroom?” she asked.“Can’t it wait? Class is almost over,” he pointed out.“It really can’t,” she said.The teacher shook his head, but relented. “Go.”“Thank you,” Jennifer said, grabbing her things and hurrying out the door. She rushed to her locker and put everything inside. She then made her way to the school’s little-used rear door, looked. "Rosie and I are, forall intents and purposes, parents and we worry about Bebe every singleminute of every single day. Granted, she's your daughter, but Rosieand I are the ones who are fighting with her to do her homework.Running to the school when something goes wrong. Making sure thatshe's eating well and getting her from 'point A' to 'point B' three,four, or five times a day. We understand exactly why you're worriedabout your twenty year old son, because we feel the same way about. I persued it a little bit but never seriously until the last few weeks. I've had girlfriends in the past and I've always been really into everything about girls bodies and sex with them and dating them and i still am and i want to get married one day and start a family etc etc. I love girls.But... lately from watching porn and being kinda lonely I've gotten more and more into the dick part of the porn and I've started to really love dicks. I love blowjobs and I like watching guys cum and I like. I am so wet I know it will not take long, and I get my lacy wet panties from my purse to bite down on so I am quiet. Tasting myself on my panties, I touch myself. I am a sight to watch with my panties in my mouth, finger fucking my tight pussy. I thrust my hips into my hand as I struggle not to moan too loudly. I breathe heavily as I can in my tight corset, which makes it even hotter since I feel restrained. I pause for a moment, gauging how loud it is compared to the loudness of my vibrator. I.