** The following morning is a school day. Its already 9:00 am and Im stuck in second period with Mr. Rose. His historical lecture about the Civil War ...s boring me to death. All of his lectures bore me. Mr. Rose is the type who loves to shove irrelevant information down your throat, when all you want to do is hurry on to the next class. History is a useless class. I dont want to be here. I want to be with… him! Being with him right now is the only thing I want to do. Not only do I crave him out. The long, reddish brown hair was a rough approximation of his ownrusset locks, save that they shone lustrously in wild ringlets all theway down his lithe back. The mirror showed a wild, desperate expression,that on his transmuted face promised the most enticingly lovelyvulnerability. The stoic resolution Aman had intended was insteadrevealed for a look of close mouthed uncertainty.Gasping, he watched the figure's mouth open in a pouty, full lipped Othat would have stoked the libido of any man. She moaned more deeply in her throat, and drool started to dribble out of one corner of her mouth, dripping, drop by drop, onto her tits and left thigh. She tilted her head back, swallowed as much of the saliva filling her mouth as she could, then turned back to watch Sir use Marta’s body as his fucktoy.He pushed his cock part way into Marta’s cunt, and she moaned loudly. He stopped, then withdrew completely and waited. “Ohhhh…please, Sir, please! I need you to fill me with your cock. Please,. She nodded and I went ahead with kissing her back and removed her blouse from the shoulders but I didn’t open the blouse. I turned her and she was already aroused so much that she started kissing me.And I dropped her pallu and took a look at her boobies. She said, “What are you looking at them for? They are for you, go and have them.” I just nodded and started eating and biting them like a hungry dog. Now I started kissing her navel and her boobies but till now I didn’t open her blouse. Then I.