He's in eighth.Mr. McCoy wasn't in the room yet, so as I got to Kimmy I stopped and kissed her. I would have given her thigh a squeeze--I usually do--...ut she was sitting in a desk chair that made that awkward.DJ was in the desk next to her and giggled. She usually did. She stopped when Chad leaned down and kissed her.Chad and I grinned at each other, then continued to the back of the room. At least there weren't enough desk chairs and we got to sit in regular seats.The bell rang, and the eleven. “Steve, were you in that truck when it exploded, and if so, how did you avoid being blown to pieces?” asked Amber Stahl, using the back of her hand to wipe her cheeks.“As I was backing up the truck, I saw a recessed doorway in the masonry wall, and I dove into it. I was trying to get to my feet when the bomb went off. The force of the explosion slammed me against a wall, and pieces of the truck embedded themselves into my legs and upper body. As you can see, a few also managed to hit my face,. “Because if it’s pity ... he won’t take that.”“He said the same thing,” said Christy. “It’s not pity. I’m attracted to him. I’m sorry for what he’s had to go through, but I don’t feel sorry for him. Does that make sense?”Erica grappled with that, because she realized she did feel sorry for him. The way Christy had said it, that felt wrong somehow. She remembered the photographs. Those photographs had told Erica things that the casual observer wouldn’t necessarily know. Will had let this woman. So much pre-cum was leaking out of me that my cock was so very slick within a couple of seconds. Looking at the objects of my teenage lust was putting me in a place that I had never been before. In my entire life, I had never been that turned on and horny. I moved off the floor and moved to my bed. I laid down with my legs slightly spread open and once again with both hands moving over my cock and balls. I closed my eyes, thinking of the brunette, and things I would love for her to do to me.