Flare began. I rolled my eyes at sat back some, relaxing my shoulders. That's what this is about? "Yeah," I breathed out, "so?" "So, do you realize th...ts grounds for a demerit?" he asked me. I nodded and shrugged. Good, whatever it took to get me out of this hell. I'd failed last year, making me the only 19 year old in the senior year. The two exchanged side long glances and Mr. Grizwell stood up. Upon first glance, you could tell he had an erection. "Miss Ashley, eyes up here." He boomed in. She eased herself down onto my pole, skewering herself on my cock and settling down until she sat fully on my legs with my cock buried deep inside her. "Ohhh fuck, Taylor you feel so good inside me," she said, as she slowly began rocking forward and back, my cock sliding in and out of her tight slippery hole. I had to agree with her - it felt just as good to be in her as it was for her to have me there. I reached up and put my hands on the sides of her ribcage to steady her as she reached up. So thereis a much bigger spectrum between good sex and mediocre sex as a woman. Ihave to say that good sex as a woman is better than good sex as a guy,but the trade off is it is much harder to have good sex as a girl than asa guy. As a guy you are almost guaranteed an orgasm but as a woman sex isusually good but a great orgasm is much harder. I usually have betterchances of getting an orgasm from him giving me oral sex than from havinghis penis inside me. I have also surprised myself buy. Linda had taken that very hard and when dad left for New York she seemed to go to pieces. She got a comfortable settlement from the divorce but was at loose ends. She had always been voluptuous. Tall with large breasts - more Sophia Loren than super-model. She let herself go. She gained weight, drank heavily and took little care of her appearance. A little over a year ago I had been at her house mowing her lawn when she talked to me about how miserable she was and how she wished she had.