Given time, I was sure I could get out of it, but it might make for an uncomfortable situation until I did. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and...stepped inside.This was Mrs. FitzWilliam's ninth-grade English class. Mrs. FitzWilliam was a kindly-looking gray-haired lady, probably in her late 50's. Since I wasn't yet in the ninth grade, I'd never had her as a teacher, but I knew her by sight. Her class was quite full: about twenty-five students. As I entered the classroom, everyone looked. "Break it up!" a voice behind them said. Then louder, "Break it up!"The three men turned but Laura didn't stop calling me names and pounding on me. I could see it was the bartender. He was on our side of the bar; holding a club, gripping it with both hands, ready to swing. Another bartender had come to that end of the bar. Exhausted, Laura cried and wilted. I took her in my arms."Get her out of here you little pimp," the bartender said to me."He's not a pimp," Laura said, but only softly, in my. ”Shaking my head I said, “what am I missing?” Nat responded, “Jeff, (My Ex) manages the place when he sees my name on the order and credit card he’ll deliver it, I know he will.” “Then what?” I queried. “Then, you and I answer the door in our bath robes and mine will accidentally fly open. Oh, and leave your garage door open, I want him to see your Harley and your boat.”Maggi and Nat started laughing loudly.Maggi was lookout, she sounded the alarm when the pizza car pulled up, Jeff (Nat’s Ex). I acted like I was watching the movie with my complete attention. I slowly was feeling her arms and putting my right arm around. She slid her head onto my chest. I felt her navel and her face, biting her fingers.I knew she was getting hot. I moved my hands on to her lap. And she didn’t react. I then put my hand around her and pulled her close. While she put her hand over my hand pressing it hard. I then slowly slid my hands into her pants. Fingering her tight pussy. Her pussy was crushing my.