I got onto the bed, positioning my big butt into the middle of the wet spot, as if I had been responsible for it, and I used my finger to spread my pu...sy lips wide. Now I started rubbing my clit, my ass grinding into the wet spot. My other hand rubbed my tits, then my thighs, then my big ass, caressing my ass as it squirmed against the wet spot, as my fingers flashed over my clit, faster and faster. Now I was fucking the bed, as if Roger was fucking me, as if he was on top of me, his cock. I just melted in that situation and closed my eyes and jerked off. I didn’t see that she is seeing me. When I open my eyes she was looking at me in an angry way. I just paused there. She came inside the room. My whole body was shaking with fear.When she came inside; I apologized to her. But when I see her angry face I had no hope. I just feel on her feet begging her for apology. But no sound has come from her. Few minutes later I felt a wet cloth fell over my head. When I try to look up; she. The images of her conversation flashed across my phone screen:Elizabeth: 'Hey Freddy, I had a really good time dancing with you, but like I said... I'm married!'Freddy: 'Damn girl, I'm happy you hit me back! You're married, so what? We were just dancing. Thought you said your hubby was cool with you dancing with other guys anyway?'Elizabeth: 'He is... He doesn't like to dance.'I cleared the developing lump in my throat with a swallow, and continued reading with bizarre excitement.Freddy: 'Well. " Fine. How about the rest of you?" I realized that I'd been used to get the class into the appropriate mood. I'd never thought about teaching method. This was a style as good as telling stories, drawing from the group rather than talking to the group. Really interesting.Several of my classmates had jumped onto the notion of using literature. One wanted to write about 20th century black poets in the US. He named Langston Hughes and quoted "Dreams"Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a.