The car passed her a kept going and she sighed in frustration. It was getting cold, and her nipples were rubbing against the fabric of the gown as she...paced back and forth to keep her blood flowing. It was turning her on, and thoughts of being picked up by a male driver quickly turned to rewarding him with a good fuck. A car slowed down, and the passenger window was down. It was disappointing that the driver was an old lady."Do you need a ride?" Yes!!" Well, hop on in dreary, I'm heading into. How about you stop, look on thebright side and see where that takes you?" If only it was so simple for me, Dawn." It is! You're the one who's making it complicated."I failed to come up with a suitable and appropriately inoffensivecounter, so I let the matter drop. We headed for the upstairs bathroom,where I applied some eyeliner, mascara, lipstick and perfume. Inaddition, I gave my hair another cursory brushing. Meanwhile, Dawnrifled through my stash of cosmetics, commented on the items. But he wanted Pramila to feel his dick inside her cunt and crave for more."Pleassse fuck me dear," Pramila pleaded, fearing that Narendra would spill his seed anytime now leaving her horny as hell. Narendra slowly started to pump his tool in and out of his wife's pussy, which in his absence tasted three or four other dicks. Pramila started counting – one, two, three... 12th stroke. She feared all was over. But her husband not just kept the momentum going, he gradually picked up the pace. She. You let out a quick, “ I don’t know,” and continue to stare at your text book.“Mr. Masterson, please pay attention to the class for once,” Mrs. Kline said.Just then the bell rang out its soothing tone.“Okay, now you all have a good weekend and don’t forget to study for the chapter test on Monday, Jay would you please stay for a minute,” Mrs. Kline said, giving me an upset look.After all the students have left the class, you walk over to Mrs. Kline's desk, who was finishing some last minute math.