But we didn’t date. I wasn’t confident enough to ask and she had plenty of other suiters. I watched as all the “it guys” asked her out and the... proceeded to get dumped a few weeks later. She went through boyfriends at an alarming rate. Throughout our first year in college, I tried to build up the courage to ask her out, but was afraid of the rejection. She was turning into my best friend and that was more important to me. After a long summer apart, we came back together for our sophomore year.. .. No that couldn't be what she was suggesting. Could she?"Are you saying you want me to be your... bedmate?" Do no women lay with other women in your village?"Heather gasped. "There are stories... and rumours told, but nothing beyond that." She thought about Rebecca whose husband had died over ten years ago and yet she still lived with his sister. Whispers had been told of them but nothing more. "I... it would be a great shame on my village..." Would you have a shamed village standing or a. The pain caused Gayle to gasp, granting him his window of opportunity.With great force and not a care for her condition, he rammed his cock deep into Gayle's mouth, sliding it across her tongue and nearing her esophagus.Gayle's eyes darted open with shock. For a moment, she felt like she couldn't breathe. Instinctively, she gagged, as her hands flailed in vain, with her arms still pinned under his lower legs. He held his cock in place, staying perfectly still while Gayle whimpered and gagged. Miss Trottle turned her back on the boys, and to their amazement, started to unbutton her blouse, slipping it down her back, her dark brown hair fell over the back of her shoulders as she tossed her hair and pulled her jacket on over her white bra. Hanging the blouse over a radiator she turned to look at the boys who had remained silent throughout. “What’s wrong with you two?” asked Miss Trottlealthough she knew exactly what this must be doing to them. “…..uh, nothing Miss T.” It was finally.